The hospital could not provide us with a wheelchair when we took Devon home. They told us exactly what type of wheelchair we’d need and told us to go to the Red Cross, who loan out medical equipment. Well, it turned out they didn’t have the exact type of wheelchair Dev needed, one with a leg rest. One man advised us to use a plank of wood, which I initially balked at. (We mentioned the plank of wood idea to another red cross guy, who quickly pointed out that the red cross does not condone using a plank of wood, of course.)
Well push came to shove and my husband found a big sturdy plank of wood that could be cut down and used to suitably support Dev’s leg, so I gave in to the idea, mostly because poor Devon was really tired of being stuck inside. So, the wood was cut, the wheelchair was obtained and off we went. To the seaside, for fresh air, sunshine and wheelchair friendliness.
There are quite a few ramps for getting up onto the sea wall, and the wall itself is nice and wide so plenty of room for the wheelchair.
After we crossed the bridge above, we came out onto a path which leads over to some playing fields and the road, or up another path to another area of the sea wall. Devon took the path toward the fields and my husband and I went up to the sea wall.
When we came to the top, I looked back to check on Devon and saw him in the field. I called down to ask him what he was doing and he called back, “OFF ROADING!!!!”. When he laughed it was clear and high and was the happiest I had heard him in the two weeks since his leg had been broken, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop.