I was prepared for it. I had on my new snow pants and my grippy mitts. The snow pants are not ideal as they require some maneuvering to get on with lots of rolling side to side to get up. And the mitts? Well, they were doubled up - push rims are made of aluminum and they are super cold to handle - forget heated steering wheels, I need to invent heated push rims. So far as I could feel, with the exception of one thumb, I was warm. As my skiers would say, I know how to dress for winter.
So these were all my thoughts before I got back into the house. I needed to come in. So Oliver held the door for me, and held my chair as I transfered into bed to undress. Theo was not around to change my wheels, so I rode my outdoor tires into the bedroom. Because those tires are so much fatter, my brakes don't work and I have not mastered the transfers-with-no-brakes thing yet. So there I am sitting on the edge of the bed now, Oliver gone back outside, and I start to slide. You know how slippery the inner lining of snow pants is? Now I am fighting to stay on the edge of the bed, my legs spasm out straight which forces me to work even harder to stay on the bed. Boots still on my feet, I am working to stop my leg spasm so I can get one leg up and then the other. By now my heart is racing from adrenaline (not wanting to land on the floor) and work - every muscle from my diaphragm down is taught - and not in a helpful way. It took me 10 minutes to haul my legs up on the bed, get my snow pants and my boots off. I was done. It was the hardest work I have had to do in a long time. Harder than physio, harder than swimming, even harder than the exoskeleton.
So, snow? I guess, but I won't go it alone next time. Just in case.