May 4, 2007

My new wheelchair is delayed

Filed under: Disability, Health, Life, What were they thinking?!, Wheelchair — Kim & Sophie @ 11:11 pm

sadI’ve been counting down the days until my new wheelchair is suppose to arrive!  I’m so excited about it and it will be sooo great having a wheelchair that actually fits me!  I’ll even be able to use both arms at the same time!  Right now I always have to hold myself up with one arm while I use the other one. 

Today I found out that instead of my wheelchair being shipped on May 7th, it’s delayed and wont be shipped until the 14th!  I’ve been waiting since May 2nd and I’m getting really inpatient!  Today within an hour I got two differnt stories from two different people at Sportaid, and I have vowed to never order anything else from them again!  I’d rather spend more money on something and have it ordered and delivered on time without any problems and with even half decent customer service than deal with Sportaid again!

So, hopefully I will have my wheelchair by May 16th.  (It will take a day or two to ship), and everything is ok!  Wish me lots of luck!  (I have a feeling I’m going to need it)! 

On a better note, I should get my Roho Quadtro Select cushion today!  (It is technically today because it’s 1:54am)!  It is rubber, and since I’m allergic to latex I’ll have to be very careful not to actually touch the cushion or any rubber parts, but once the cover is on it should be fine.  I couldn’t sit on the old Roho cushions because they were too unstable, but this cushion has four air compartments so it should work.  (Again, wish me luck)!  I’ll write an update about the cushion when I get it, and with any luck I’ll be writing about my new wheelchair in less than 12 days!


April 13, 2007

I’m NOT Richard!

Filed under: Disability, Life, What were they thinking?!, Wheelchair — Kim & Sophie @ 2:19 pm

chairDo people “really” pay attention?  Since moving into this building in December, I’ve been called “Richard” more times than I can count!  This wouldn’t bother me so much if I wasn’t female!  It’s not like I don’t look like a female.  I have long hair, my chest is definatly not flat like a male’s, and I don’t sound like a male. 

The problem is there is a guy who also lives in this building who uses a wheelchair and has a service dog.  So, every time anyone sees me they assume I must be Richard!  Let me point out some differences here:

1.  I am female.  He is male!
2.  I have long hair.  He doesn’t.
3.  I use a manual wheelchair.  He uses a power wheelchair.
4.  I have a female yellow lab. guide dog.  He has a male golden retriever service dog.
5.  My dog is very calm.  His dog will run you down in the hallway it is so hyper!
6.  I sound like a female, and speak clearly.  He sounds like a male and it is very hard to understand him because he has cerebral palsy.hischair

These are just the main differences.  The people who mistake me for him are the people that have obviously known him awhile!  He’s lived here for a long time.  There’s one older lady who always calls me Richard and when I say I’m not she still calls me Richard.  Then she always asks me if I’m new here and welcomes me to the building.  This happens about once every week!

Today in the lobby, I was at the front desk talking to the concierge and another guy came out of the media room and said “I’m here Richard!”.  Now, seeing I was the only person in the lobby besides the concierge, it was obvious he was talking to me!  I turned around and he said “You’re not Richard!”.  Like he had to tell me this so I would know!  (Just like they always do!)  I said no I wasn’t, and he asked the concierge what he should say!  Talk about a blow to my self-esteem!

 This proves one thing.  People see a wheelchair and think it has to be the person they know!  Do they see a blonde and think “hey there’s [insert name here]!”, or someone who is tall and think “oh there’s [insert name]!”?

April 8, 2007

Happy Easter

Filed under: Disability, Life, What were they thinking?!, Wheelchair — Kim & Sophie @ 1:48 pm

EasterFirst of all I would like to wish everyone a Happy Easter! 

I woke up early this morning, but because I wasn’;t planning on doing anything today I decided I would take the opportunity to sleep in.  It was nice.  I did miss talking to Julian though.  I’m so use to him calling me almost every morning when he;s away I feel like something’s missing today.

I got dressed and ready to take Sophie out a little while after I got up, and when we got in the elevator I smelled something.  Sophie was sniffing the air a lot, and that’s when I realized I had wheeled through dog poo!  A dog had had diarrhea in the middle of the elevator and the owner had just left it there!  They had to have noticed between the smell and the fact that it was right in the center of the floor!

When we got off on the first floor I went out the automatic door and noticed that someone had cleaned up a spot where the dog had had another accident on the way down the hall by the smell. 

It was cold outside, but there was no other dog out there.  Sophie did her thing and I cleaned up after her (unlike the other dog owner), and went back inside.  There was no one around to tell about the mess in the elevator, and the cleaners are off today anyway.  I couldn’t clean it up myself because I couldn’t reach down there and in order to be able to even get close enough to it I would have had to wheel through it again!  Not what I had in mind for Easter!  Especially since Sophie didn’t do it!

When the elevator came to go back upstairs, it was the service elevator.  I’m guessing that the elevator we went down on was stopped for cleaning, or that the other one was broken.  Either way, I was thankful!  I’m also gal there are security cameras in the elevators because if someone saw a tire track going through it they would have just automaticaly blamed it on Sophie because they would have thought of me right away!


April 2, 2007

Who are the real “victims” who “suffer” here?

Filed under: Disability, Health, Life, What were they thinking?!, Wheelchair — Kim & Sophie @ 7:52 am


I was reading a newspaper article a few minutes ago that talked about a guy who has spina bifida.  He was described as “a victim of spina bifida”.

I looked up the defination of “victim” on  This is what it said:



  1. One who is harmed or killed by another: a victim of a mugging.
  2. A living creature slain and offered as a sacrifice during a religious rite.
  3. One who is harmed by or made to suffer from an act, circumstance, agency, or condition: victims of war.
  4. A person who suffers injury, loss, or death as a result of a voluntary undertaking: You are a victim of your own scheming.
  5. A person who is tricked, swindled, or taken advantage of: the victim of a cruel hoax.

How exactly was he a “victim” here?  He wasn’t harmed by another person (it ws a birth defect).  He clearly wasn’t sacrificed as he is still alive.  It wasn’t an injury he suffered as a result of a voluntary undertaking.  I guess they were talking about being harmed or made to suffer from a circumstance or condition. 

Is he really a “victim” because he was born the way he was?  Because he uses a wheelchair to get around?  Will he automatically be a “victim” his whole life?  If you asked him to describe himself would he describe himself as a victim?  I highly doubt it!  Then why is the press labeling him that way?  Do they think because he uses a wheelchair he can’t possibly lead a happy and realitivly “normal” life?

I personally can’t stand being labeled in negative ways such as this!  I hear it all the time.  He was a “victim” of [insert disease/condition here].  She “suffers” from [insert condition here].  In fact the term “suffers from” was also used in the same newspaper article to describe this poor unfortunate guy who is unable to walk and therefore can’t possible lead a happy life.  How could he in his “condition”?

People with disabilities can and do lead “normal” and happy lives.  We have jobs, go shopping, raise families, and do everything able bodied people do.  We might do it a little differently, but we get the job done!  The people who really are the “victims” who “suffer” here are the extremely close minded individuals who label people who are disabled with these terms!

March 27, 2007

Trying to deal with Invacare

Filed under: Disability, Health, Life, Reviews, What were they thinking?!, Wheelchair — Kim & Sophie @ 8:16 pm


This logo really should say: “Invacare Yes, you can.  If we let you!”

Julian called Invacare today to order the new chair.  From what he told me the guy he spoke to had the attitude of “We allow you to get around your apt. and go out, so you have to bow down and worship us!” 

He said he “wouldn’t suggest” having a loop built onto the front of the frame of my chair so I can hook Sophie’s leash onto it instead of having to wind a leash around the frame.  Julian exlained that she is my guide dog and that I’ve had a leash wound around the frame of my chair for years now with no “incidents”.

The guy continued to say he “wouldn’t suggest” it because I could get pulled out of the chair!  (Um…. no!  What could pull me out is if I have to attach the leash to my body because they wont put a loop on the chair!)

Julian also asked if there was any way to get a rush put on the chair because mine is literally falling apart and it’s past the point of being dangerous.  He even said he’d pay extra, but the guy wouldn’t even consider thinking about it or asking someone higher up.  After all he was only one of the people who answered the phones.  He was totally rude and inconsiderate.  He even went as far as to get a bit nasty with Julian when Julian said he would get someone else to attach a loop to the chair if they didn’t.  He informed Julian that that would void the frame warrenty and that they are special because they work with titanium!  Well guess what!  They are not the “only” people who can do things with titanium!

When Julian mentioned going and getting a racing chair from Quickie instead the guy told him he shoudl go ahead and do that!  Don’t they even want our buisness?!  If I get a chair from them that I like I will continue getting chairs from them form now on.  Also if I get a racing chair form them and I like it I will continue getting racing chairs from them.  Once I get to the point where I’m up to the professional level I will need a new chair every year!  Do they not want that buisness?!  Also I would buy all of the parts needed for these chairs from them!

He also got an attitude when Julian said I was blind and Sophie was my guide dog and that I wanted to buy a racing chair!  So tomorrow, we will try again!  Wish us luck in finding someone “sensible” and who hasn’t got their head so far up their butt they don’t know night form day!

March 20, 2007

Westin Nova Scotian Hotel

Filed under: Accessibility, Canada, Disability, Halifax, Life, Reviews, What were they thinking?!, Wheelchair — Kim & Sophie @ 9:34 pm

buttonsTo continue writing abotu my hotel experiences on my trip to Halifax, Canada I will write this entry on the Westin Nova Scotian

By the time we arrived we were very tired and just wanted a nice bed to relax on.  We approached the front desk and luckily no one else was there trying to check in.  All the while I was hoping that this room would be accessible.

On the way to the elevators there are stairs and a ramp.  The ramp wasn’t long, and had a “regulation” grade, but it was covered in thick carpet!  I had to get my speed up before it, and by the time I got about halfway up I had to push with every ounce of strength I had to get to the top. (There were about 4 or 5 stairs on the right hand side of the ramp, just to give you an idea of the change in elevation). 

We got to the elevator, and quickly realized that once again, the elevator buttons were too high for me to reach!  (What is it with the people who designed these hotels?!)

When finally got to our room, which was all the way at the end of a very long and twisting carpeted hallway.  Why do people insist on putting accessible rooms so far away from the elevator when there is a hige sea of carpet to push yourself over?! 

This time, the room was a lot bigger than the other rooms.  In fact there was a vast amount of space in the center of the room.  Plenty of room to move around, but because the room was such an odd shape the tv cabnet was on a wall facing the windows and you couldn’t even see it from the bed.  There were some chairs near the desk you could use, but according to Julian they weren’t very comfortable.  This was no big deal, we could deal with this. 

The bathroom was pretty small, but could do in a pinch.  The door opened outand there was a bit of a ramp up to the bathroom.  But then the toilet was right in front of the open door.  Because there wasn’t a lot of room I had a lot of trouble turning around even with the door open.  My wheelchair has the axle position very forward, and I use 3″ castors, so I can turn around in very tight spaces.  For anyone else this could prove to be an impossible task! 

Because the door opened out, and because of the ramp I had to let go of the door to get into the bathroom.  When I finally managed to turn around I couldn’t reach the door to pull it shut!  This would have been an easy thing to fix.  If there was a small “handle” attached to the door where I could reach it, I could have used it to close the door, but there wasn’t.  In order to close it, I had to go back down the ramp a little, grab the door handle and try to pull myself up the rest of the ramp by pulling on the side of the door frame!

Once I was in there with the door closed I had to manuver myself into the right position, only to find that the grab bar that was installed was in such a bad position it was unusable!  There was a sink right next to the toilet, and because there were no cabinets I could roll under it.  But also because of this there were shelves to put the shampoo etc. on.  Not a problem, right?  Wrong!  These 3 shelves were in the corner on the opposite side of the toilet!  Even the lowest was way out of reach, and everything that is usually in a hotel bathroom was inaccessible!  Also the glasses you had to drink out of were oin this shelf!  I thought that was just a bit disgusting!  I mean every time the toillet flushed tiny bits of water mist would land all over them!  Ewww!

Onto the shower!  It was a roll in shower, which is a good idea, in theory.  It was pretty small, and the hand held shower was set really high on the wall, so I couldn’t reach it.  Julian took it down, and that solved part of the problem.  We called downstairs and they brought up a bath bench.  To my surprise it was actually a nice big plastic transfer bench with a back!  This never happens in hotels!  Once it was in the bathroom, the room I had to turn around in was drastically smaller!  When taking a shower I couldn’t reach to turn the water on, so Julian had to turn it on before I went in there and the water sprayed all over the place, even getting the toilet paper wet!  I covered my wheelchair in towels, hoping I wouldn’t have to sit on a wet seat in -33 °C weather!  I solved this problem by putting the bath bench sideways and right against the taps for the water.  I had just enough room to back into the space on the size of the bench, but when sitting on the bench the sink was right in front of me. 

The bed caused another problem!  There wasn’t enough room on either side of the bed to get into it.  There was the width of a nightstand on either side of the bed, so I had to transfer onto the bed from the bottom and pull myself up to the top.  This caused a few problems.  Because the bed was so high, if I fell while transfering onto the slippery sheets I would have fell face first onto the thin carpet (which had concrete underneith)!  When I did transfer I had to pull myself to the head of the bed, and have Julian pull and tug at the blankets trying to move them out of the way while I pulled myself over them.  The bed was also so hard, I was really worried about getting pressure sores.  We called downstairs, and asked if they could get an extra duvet put between the mattress and bottom sheet for me.  This made things a bit better, and I wasn’t so worried about pressure spots.

This hotel was the most “accessible” out of the three we tried.  Out of 297 rooms, only 1 is “accessible”!  This seems to be the trend of hotels in Halifax.  As we found out, most of the rooms that are “considered accessible” are not at all!  I hope that by pointing out these faults to the hotels things will change, but sadly, this is more of a hope than reality.

March 17, 2007

Delta Barrington Hotel

Filed under: Accessibility, Canada, Disability, Halifax, Life, Reviews, What were they thinking?!, Wheelchair — Kim & Sophie @ 3:15 pm

delta BarringtonAfter leaving the Delta Halifax, we drove down the street to the Delta Barrington. We couldn’t park in front of the hotel because the space was filled with cars, so we had to waqit until one of them was moved. When we finally had an open parking spot, Julian pulled into it, but couldn’t get close enough to the curb, so he had to lift me out of the car, over th gap between the car and curb, and then into my wheelchair. As he sat me in my chair, it sliped backwards a bit and I ended up sitting on the edge of my cushion, but we managed to get me positioned right. My breaks are not the best, and combined with the wet sidewalk, and very cold air it made for some very interesting transfers!

Once we were inside, the girl at the desk knew who we were, and Julian suggested that I go upstairs and check out the room to see if it was ok before we checked in. I just wanted to lay down on a nice bed, and relax by this time, and grumbled a little, but I agreed. The same young guy who bought our luggage in went upstairs with me to show me the room.

Again, the elevator buttons were so high I couldn’t even reach the lowest one! I could reach most of the ones on the inside, but if I couldn’t reach the buttons on the outside to get the elevator in the beginning, it wouldn’t be of much use at all!

The first room was tiny! I could fit into the bathroom, but couldn’t close the door! The sink was on my left, but I couldn’t turn to use it. The toilet was in front of me, but again I wouldn’t be able to actually use it, and the bathtub was behind the open door, which I couldn’t close! The room itse;f wasn’t much better! The bottom of the beds were so close to the cabnet holding the tv that I could just get through, but would have to back out and the beds were squeezed so close together that I physically couldn’t fit between them!

The guy decided to call the front desk to see what other rooms they had. We went to another floor and on the way to the room he told me that he really didn’t think the next rom would work because the bathroom door was narrower. We looked at it anyway and he was totally right! I couldn’t even fit through the bathroom door! The room was a tiny bit bigger, because the bathroom was a tiny bit smaller. He called back down to the front desk and found out that there were no more rooms that might work.

On our way back down to the lobby he told me that he usually passes kids on that floor who are jumping in the air trying to reach the elevator buttons! The swimming pool is on that floor and they go swimming, but can’t reach the buttons to get back to their room. I thought that was slightly amusing. That should have told someone that wheelchair users wouldn’t be able to reach the buttons either! Wait, seeing how wheelchair users can’t even stay in the hotel, I guess they don’t have to worry about us reaching the buttons!

Considering the girl said the rooms were “considered to be wheelchair accessible” we should have known this would happen! She told Julian they had wheelchair users stay there before, but I really don’t see how unless they could walk into the bathroom no matter what size their wheelchair was.

We got the same guy to go through his list of other hotels in the area and decided on the Westin Nova Scotian. I had been to a conference there before, and although I didn’t stay there, it seemed like it should have at least one “accessible” room. Julian made the phone call, and they did have a room availible!

If I could have, by this point I would have crossed my fingers, and toes! We got everything packed back into the car, and off we went down the street to the Westin, hoping that we would have better luck!

March 9, 2007

Delta Halifax Hotel

Filed under: Accessibility, Canada, Disability, Halifax, Life, Reviews, What were they thinking?!, Wheelchair — Kim & Sophie @ 1:18 pm

Delta HalifaxOn March 4th after a long flight from Atlanta, GA to Toronto, ON and then onto Halifax, NS Julian, Sophie and I arrived at the Delta Halifax.  We had booked an accessible hotel room there well in advance through Expedia.  It was really cold when we got there, and after Julian got our luggage out of the rental car we headed inside. 

He spoke tothe girl at the front desk, and she told us that the only accessible room had been taken by someone else!  The hotel has 296 rooms and only 1 is accessible!  I thought that was pretty inconsiderate of them, but to have the room booked only to get there and find out it’s not available really sucked!

After talking to the manager the girl we were talking to decided that she would show us a jr. suite.  If the bathroom worked for me, we could stay there.  I went upstairs with the girl while Julian stayed in the lobby.  I quickly realized that the buttons for the elevator were way over my head, and impossible for me to reach!  We got to the room and although it was big, I had to go through a narrow set of closet type doors to get into the room that led to the bathroom.  I could squeeze through these doors, but just barely.  When I sat in front of the bathroom door however, I was almost a whole wheel too wide to fit through it!  My wheelchair is a pretty average size, and narrower than a lot! 

We went back down to the lobby and told Julian and the girl at the desk that the room wouldn’t work, and after she discussed it with another girl they decided to call the Delta Barrington (which is right accross the street) to see if they had an accessible room availible.  Luckily they did!  We packed all of our luggage, and my wheelchair back into the car and drove past the other hotel and headed to the Delta Barrington.  (You can click on the link to read about our experiences there).

February 24, 2007

Disabled washroom stalls

stallThere is one thing that really annoys me.  I mean it annoys me so much I swear my blood pressure rises.  It’s when I go into a washroom and pass a half dozen or more perfectly good empty stalls only to get to the disabled stall to find that it is occupied.  Is there another wheelchair user in there?  Of course not!  It’s someone who was perfectly capable of using any of the half dozen or more stalls they had to pass to get to that disabled stall, but they just “wanted the extra room”!

For starters, why would they need all that extra room?  A regular sized stall has enough room to close the door and move around as needed.  There’s enough room to hang your purse or bag on the door, or lay your shopping bags in front of you.  Sure, a little more room is a bonus, but in my case it’s a need.  I can’t fit into regular sized stalls.  It’s impossible for me to use them.  These people who “like having the extra room” can use the other stalls with no problem and be on their way.

While they are in the bigger stall, taking their sweet time doing God knows what, I’m usually sitting outside waitint and wiating.  Not only am I waiting, but I’m in the way of the other people coming in and using the regular stalls. They can’t get to the sinks, I’m blocking the stall next to the disabled one because the door of the disabled stall swings out and I don’t want to get hit with it when the person comes out!  So I sit ther waiting and going over in my head how long it’s been since I peed last.  I have to every 4 hours, but can go up to 5 sometimes with a lot of luck, if I didn’t have a lot to drink.  Now, I’m sitting there outside th occupied stall counting down the time before I absolutly need to go before my bladder decides it can’t hold things any longer.  Should I wait for this person to come out, or should I take my chances and try to find another washroom on another floor of the building somewhere?  (And I say I don’t gamble!)

The stall door finally opens and the person who was in there stops dead in their tracks.  They act embarrassed and most of the time in their embarrassed haste pushes past me to try to get out of there as fast as they can.  Sometimes even tripping over my guide dog in the process! 

Now, you might be thinking why not just tap on the door and let them know you need the stall.  Well it’s because human nature takes over when you do this and the person inside the stall usually takes even longer then.  They somehow feel that they deserve to stay in there longer because of the annoying person outside who disruppted them.  Like it’s someone my fault that they feel so guilty now, or that they would have been able to take their time if only the “person in the wheelchair” wasn’t there.

The worst time this happened to me was when I was at the airport in Miami.  I had gotten off a flight and Julian and I were trying to hurry and find a washroom for me before we went to pick up our luggage.  By now I really had to use the bathroom. Although I can’t feel it I knew I was cutting time very close.  We find a washroom and I go in, only to find someone in the disabled stall.  I waited and waited while other people came and went.  A girl came in and asked if someone was in there.  I said yes and she looked under the stall.  A girl was in tehre with her suitcases.  She let her know I was outside and needed the stall and this girl didn’t even reply.  I waited and waited so long I decided the only thing to do if I didn’t want to wet mself was to find another washroom!

I went back outside to where Julian was waiting and we rushed around until we found another washroom.  I just made it.  All because this girl was rustling around with her suitcases doing God knows what!  Was she changing her clothes?  Was she re-packing her things?  I don’t know, but I do know that she could have at least had the decency to say something or let me know how long she would be!

Do these people realize what they are doing?  I’ve heard a thousand times “well when I went in there, there was no one around who needed it”.  Well, maybe there wasn’t at that moment, but as soon as the stall door was shut someone could have came in!  How would they feel if they walked into a washroom only to find that every single stall was “out of order” and they didn’t know where another washroom was and their bladder was about to explode?!  That’s pretty much what it’s like for wheelchair users when someone is using the only wheelchair accessible stall!

I just hope that people will read this and understand and the next time they “want the extra room” they think back on this! 

changing table On a side note.  For parents, when you use the wheelchair accessible washroom that has the fold down baby changing table in it.  When you are done please fold it back up into the wall!  Time and time again I’ve went to use these washrooms only to find that I can’t even get inside because the changing table has been left down.  It’s blocking the way, and I can’t fold it back up because I can’t lift my arms over my head!  It only takes an extra couple of seconds to push it back up against the wall and twist the button! 

February 23, 2007

Lenox Square Mall

Lenox Square Mall

I visited Lenox Square mall on a number of occasions since I have been living in Atlanta.  This is a mall with a lot of “higher end” stores.  The mall is very nice and feels more like a high class office building than a mall compaired to most.  I have had quite a number of “problems” while trying to shop here though!

The first time I went there we drove by car.  We drove around aimlessly searching for a parking spot, and finally spoted one in the parking garage.  It was next to a disabled parking space, but seeing how I hadn’t gotten my disabled parking permit yet we decided that it would work.  There was extra room between it and the disabled parking space, so we parked and Julian proceeded to unpack my wheelchair from the trunk.  As he was doing this a girl drove up and parked in the disabled spot in a huge truck.  She didn’t have a disabled parking permit, and as she talked on her cell phone she noticed me transfering out of the car and drove off. 

We made our way towards the exit, and once we got there we discovered a set of concrete stairs leading up out of the parking garage.  There was no elevator or ramp, but there was a button to press if you needed help right at the bottom of the stairs!  My question was if I did press the button what would happen?  Would someone come and drag me up the concrete staircase?  I doubt it.  We turned around and tried to go out the way the cars came in.  Once we got there we found a very high curb onto a sidewalk with a big pole in the middle!  We were trapped in a parking garage that had disabled parking spots!  Obviously someone didn’t think that design all the way through!  We got in the car and had to park in a completely different parking lot accross the street from the mall.  Of course this one was on a hill, but at least I could get out of there!  I suggest paying the extra $7 for valet parking!  At least you can drive up right in front of the entrance and have your car brought right back to you!

 The next time we went to this mall we took the Marta train.  (That’s a whole other story!)  When we got to the mall we followed the sidewalk down a hill toward the mall.  It was very narrow with a high curb.  We got about halfway to the mall entrance when Julian pointed out that at the end of the sidewalk at the curb there was a big pillar that held the gate for a parking lot!  We got closer and found out there was no way I could get past it.  The pilllar and gate was blocking the curb and the sidewalk too narrow for anyone to even walk by.  Instead of going back up the hill and finding another way in, we decided to have Julian lift me down the curb.  He had to step out into the street, hold the front of my wheelchair and lower me down onto the street!  

You are probably thinking why didn’t I just pop a wheelie and hop down the curb?  Well for starters it was onto a street, I have a guide dog attached to my chair and I’m a quad with no balance.  Besides that the curb was at least 5 inches high!  We still had to go down the street, across the entrance for the parking lot, and finally cross another street to get to the mall.  All of this in really busy traffic.

Once we got inside the mall we stopped at the mall directory to find a place to eat.  That seemed simple enough.  There was an elevator right accross from us!  We got in and found out quickly that it didn’t even go to the floor the restraunt was on.  By this time I was getting very dizzy from being hungry.  So much that I had to concentrate really hard to not pass out.

We searched the whole mall before we found an elevator to the floor we needed.  This is where things really got messed up!  In order to get there you have to take an elevator, walk along a cobble stoned sidewalk that is uneven outside until you get to another entrence to the mall and then take another elevator once you are inside!  When we got there the restraunt we were going to eat at had a huge line-up, so we found yet another directory.  We ended up finding another elevator and going to the food court to eat.  It was really hot and crowded and I just felt awful by the time we left there.

Other than that the hallways are pretty wide and there are a few slight ramps.  But it was really aparent whoever designed the property wasn’t thinking about accessibility at all!  If you have a lot of time and patience it could be worth the trip, but it is usually very crowded, and again I would suggest the valet parking, or at least parking on the side of the mall that Macy’s is on.

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