Tuesday and Out of Control

Do you know the feeling of going too fast when you're not in control?  Maybe when you're the passenger in a car going down a twisty mountain road?  Or on a corkscrewing amusement ride?  You know what I mean.  And that was the feeling for me today when I got into the wheelchair for the first time to have Nurse Glenn wheel me to the porch for some outdoor time.  "Slow down" I holler, and he had only pushed me from the family room sofa to the kitchen counter.  "Turn left" when it looked to me like he was going to run me into the cabinets.  "Get right, get right!" at the opening to the basement stairs.  All of my backseat driving and Glenn just bit his tongue.  That is, until we got to the basement stairs.  Then he stopped the chair and said "hmmm, this is a really close fit."  For Mr. Cool, that's the same as hollering YIKES! But I did make it to the porch without mishap and really enjoyed it (once my heart rate slowed).  When it was time to come in, I suggested that I stand up and hop over the door ledge.  Glenn assured me that was unneccessary, then he bounced me over the entry way, tipped me forward and almost shook me loose, but I grabbed the door frame and held on.  Think this is the next step in teaching me self-sufficiency?