Special effects coffee spill :Life as a quadriplegic

I didn’t just spill that coffee.

No, it was worthy of a special effects award. I turned the corner in my wheelchair (okay I was going fast), my swing away tray swung out and hit the wall and the coffee mug flew into the wall, spewing coffee everywhere.

It covered quite a lot of real estate- most of the five foot hallway and part of the entry into the kitchen.

Then my cat Riley decided to fully investigate and began to jump from paw to paw because the coffee was hot. My other, smarter cat Kady held back practically signalling him ‘Get away from the liquid. Get away from the liquid’.

I got my quad reacher and used paper towels to soak up most of it.  My aide will be over later and can get the rest up. Which reminded me-

Oh right. Yesterday my aide told me she’s moving to Hawaii in three weeks.

I’m happy for her. Really. Except that she just started the job two and a half weeks ago.

I don’t spill my coffee that often, considering how none of us around here ever seem to have time to get to wheelchair maintenance and tighten loose trays, etc. and the fact that my mugs don’t fit my cup holders and that I can’t hold a cup of coffee.

So I’m ahead of the game statistically spilling it now. Gives me time to find another aide.

And maybe, just maybe, make time to order a mug that does fit in my cup holder.

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