So I’m home, victorious, and damn proud of myself. I might even order myself the watch I’ve been coveting for almost a year now. I did that effing well.
Not going to pretend it was easy. When I arrived there were plenty of disabled parks, and I was actually hoping there’d be none left, so I could keep driving, go home and have an excuse as to why I couldn’t do the wheelchair today.
Then I sat in the car for a solid 15 minutes feeling tearful and sick to my stomach. I considered going in on foot. Going straight to the wallet shop and straight back. I could have walked that far. But that’s all I would have been able to do, and I wouldn’t have found the things I bought for the Chicklet and the other presents I bought for the Gamerboy. It would have been a waste of time and effort, getting the wheelchair in the car, driving it out there and…not using it. But I thought about it. For quite a long time, actually.