Obviously, these photos will have nothing to do with a trip to the movies, but it's all I have at the moment. Please forgive me. This post is not about the photographs. It's about taking Truett to the movies.
Last Wednesday I decided to take Truett to see "The Campaign", a hilarious movie by the way. After I unloaded the wheelchair from the car, pushed it to the ticket taker, managed our way through the door that you have to pull toward you in order to get in, after getting slammed in the butt by that door . . . we were finally in the theater! Whew!
I always try to get us to the theater at least thirty minutes before the showing time in order to be assured of a handicapped space in the theater. The downside is we have to watch at least one hour of informercials and then previews. But, alas. Truett's wheelchair is in place and so am I.
I bought Truett popcorn and proceeded to Theater 8. Theater 8 is up a steep incline. I push and I push and I push. "Help me out, Truett!" I snap. In the meantime, he's gouging popcorn down his throat and spilling it on the floor. "I can't!" he snaps back. "I've got popcorn in my hand." Then I let loose. "Put your brakes on because I can't get you up this ramp!" And I leave.
I proceed to the popcorn stand (duh), and of course no young man is on duty that day; but they send me to the female manager who weighs forty pounds less than me. She offers to help when I pant, "The ramp is too steep and I can't push my husband up it. I really need some help here!"
So this young thing grabs hold to the right side of Truett's wheelchair and then I say, "You do it!" (Yea, me. Victory! Let the back of her leg snap like mine has none.) Sorry, that was really rude.
Anyway, we arrived at Theater 8. I pulled the door open and told Truett to wheel himself in. Good God Almighty. There was an incline going down to the seats. I hate the inclines down probably the worst because his body weight on wheels flies.
"DRAG YOUR FEET!" I shout. I have no shame anymore. I don't care who is listening. If they don't like it, then they can offer to help or go to theater seven...is the way I really feel.
Finally, we're in. We watch a kazillion previews and commercials and eventually the movie. Am I happy? I think I'm just happy to be sitting in a chair.
"NO! I don't want any popcorn!"
But, folks, I'm real smart. I noticed the number of men who came in the theater that day; and as soon as the movie was over, I lept up and shouted to one young man, "Could you wheel my husband up this ramp, please?" He did. He felt good about it as well.
"Thank you," Truett said. "Thank you so much."
"It means a lot!" I exclaimed as I looked at the down ramp heading out of the theater.
'DRAG YOUR FEET, TRUETT!" and I held on for my life envisioning us sailing throught the theater doors smack dab into the parking lot.
Is it worth it?
Sometimes, yes!
Next time....hop on Truett's lap and enjoy the declines!! Perfect example of how you continue to handle life's ups and downs, Merry. You rock! So glad you're my friend!
Posted by: Mary Anne | August 17, 2012 at 07:24 PM