It's odd the kind of things that can, suddenly, increase the quality of your life. Over the last year, maybe even two, I've found my ability to sit for long periods of time in my power chair, decreasing. I'd feel some significant pain and, as one does, over time I began calculating exactly how long I'd be able to be in the chair and modify my trips to fit the time frame. I tried a number of different adaptations, putting an extra layer of foam under my seat cushion, trying different angles of seating, changing the depth of the chair. None worked, some were even dangerous.
Then, a few days ago, my cushion, the five year old one, fell off the chair. When I picked it up I noticed that it, quietly, had simply died. The cover fell limply off the cushion and the whole thing just looked sad.
I got on the Internet and found a cushion, ordered it, it was expensive but I wanted a really good one. And then waited for it's delivery.
It got here a couple days ago.
It was plump, it had support and resistance, it fit exactly as it should.
We, Joe and I, looked at it on the chair and noted that it changed the whole look of the chair. I climbed in and, there's no other way of saying it, my bum cheered!! I felt like my buttocks had been embraced and welcomed.
Now I'm able to sit comfortably for long periods of time, without any pain at all. Yesterday I sat through an all day meeting, smiling to myself, knowing I had the most comfortable seat in the house.
And, my bum was being lovingly hugged the whole time. When that happens, who the hell cares what's on the agenda!