It's Not What It Looks Like. Dammit.

My seat cushion gave up the ghost last night with nary an airy fart. As I was watching television, I noticed an odd slickness on the backs of my knees, as though I'd treated myself to a baby oil butt massage. So, I schlepped into the bathroom and called Roomie in to investigate. Sure enough, the front seam of the seat cushion had ruptured, and silicone gel was oozing from the gash.

Well, there goes $475. And I wish I was making up that price. Sadly, that's not even the most expensive cushion. Google Jay cushions and clap an eyeball on how much it can cost to keep bedsores off your ass.

I'm using an old foam cushion from my twenty-year-old pediatric chair at the moment. The earliest I can get the wheelchair tinkerer out here is probably mid-October. Until then, I'll just have to keep styling my slum cripple chic, with bare armrests, spokes that need tightening, and a battered old foam cushion. Yes, I sure do live the life of Riley, glomming off the welfare state. Now I just have to hope Medicare decides to pay for the repairs. $475 for a new seat cushion plus $300-$500 in miscellaneous adjustments and repairs might get them shirty. As it is, I'm hoping to set my 20% aside before he gets here so there won't be any pissing matches over the bill.

Poor Roomie scrubbed silicone goo off the shower seat for half an hour last night, and it still looks I had a KY self-help party in here.

I've been thinking about buying a memory foam pillow as a backup cushion since I'm tired of dropping $500 every time cheap glue dissolves. Has anyone tried these? Is it a good idea?

So, that was my weekend. I did get back on the ficcing stick, allelu, but Gustav's outer bands and the steadily creeping advance of Hanna might have stalled those ambitions for the next few days.

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