My new name for myself is Blower Boy.
My blower is what I call the new sip-and-puff device I added to my wheelchair back around Christmas. It was a long time coming. I’d been thinking about getting a sip-and-puff thingy for a few years, mostly at the beginning of every winter because each new winter is increasingly oppressive and I find I’m more crippled than I was the previous winter. If I wear gloves, I can’t move my fingers enough to drive my chair with my hand. And if I don’t wear gloves, my hand gets so cold that I can’t move my fingers enough to drive my chair with my hand. And each year, trying to move my arms and upper body while wearing a coat is getting to be more like trying to move my arms and upper body while wearing a suit of armor.