Can It Be Only a Dream?
The long-awaited push wheelchair for B arrives tomorrow between 2pm and 5pm. I can hardly believe it and don't want to get my hopes up too high before it arrives and I have an opportunity to inspect it.
I can't even imagine what I'll be like if it's the wrong wheelchair. If we have waited six months only to have the wrong wheelchair delivered then someone hide all the sharp objects from me, else I'll be sure to make use of them all.