Life Inside a Vacuum (Cleaner)
By Mark Mathew Braunstein
We hope for recovery, but settle for rehab. The rehab hospital from which I graduated, Class of ’90, prepared me for life as a newly minted crip by, for instance, teaching me how to drive my car with hand controls. Once home, however, I grappled with another monstrous machine for which I had not trained in rehab. The behemoth was my vacuum cleaner. Mine was a model whose canister is dragged along the floor like a ball and chain. I soon learned that wheelchairs and canister vacuum cleaners ...
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