Previously, I tested my strength, to see if I could control my descent of the side of the bed, and found that I could not. Since then, though, I'd been pumping iron, and had increases in what my triceps could handle. Indeed, I got onto the carpeting surrounding my bed smoothly. I began dragging my potty chair, intending that as the platform to see into the chest freezer, and reach my prize.
En route, I came up to my electronics tool box, and decided to clean up a spill of parts therein, and otherwise organize it from the jumble of tools and materials. I guess I felt that doing so should earn me that ice cream.
A little past that, 6' from the bed, I decided to come back, and take photos, to share my experience. I also decided to measure my travel; I guess it was my inner scientist, asking for some manifestation.
As I approached my turning point, 17' from the bed, I discerned that the garage door on the south wall was partially open, judging from the light on the floor, so I decided to add another target of opportunity, that of getting all the way to the door, to get an eyeful of green. Before this, the larger garage door, on the west wall, was occasionally left open, so I could view the outside, from my vantage point along the *east* wall, some 50' away. Needless to say, the angle of view of the foliage, and the horse, was not wide. (I estimate about 8°.)
About this time, Jennifer, the mother of Hunter, the husband of my Princess, Wind, came. I directed her to the garage door, at which I met her, another 13' of travel, which was then opened, and I found she had a wheelchair to give me!
I declined to be assisted into it immediately, since I still had a goal of getting to that potty chair at the chest freezer, so after she left (had other business; couldn't stay long) I went back to that chair, which I had used as a measurement turning point, dragged it to the freezer, but found I could not mount it, as I could not develop enough torque about my shoulder.
So, I scooted *back* to the bed, and retrieved the sliding board I was trained to use for getting into, and out of, a wheelchair, by the physical therapist in the hospital, and by which I had been getting onto the potty chair, as well as that tool box I had organized. I wasn't completely sure that the toolbox could support my weight, without damage, but I placed, and the board, to more evenly distribute the pressure of my weight, as an intermediate stage in ascending Mount Potty Chair.
Having so ascended, it was a piece of cake (?) to get my ice cream. I only ate about two scoops worth; amazing self-control, no, after all that?
After I returned to the bed, I found that I had the same problem, so I used the same solution. From there, I moved into the wheelchair, and spent the next 5 hours in it, doing some cleaning about the garage, including a load of laundry. Sunday, I similarly overdid it, mostly trying to get the garage door fully open again, but I accomplished some actual work, too.
