I'll try to keep this short.
Several hours after making this video two days ago...
...I had just picked up a prescription from a nearby pharmacy. As I was about to enter the apartment complex across the street from the grocery store, which I use as a shortcut home, with my earbuds (music) distracting me from the world, I saw a grape-juice-colored car roll up and stop, out of the corner of my eye. Since I've never seen another car this color, I instantly knew it was my dude (who moved into one of those apartments a few weeks ago, from his parents' house).
Having never been to his place, I followed him around to his garage, which I think is directly below his second-floor apartment. (Don't know for sure, as my chair doesn't do stairs.) After some chit chat, he went up to piss while I waited in (or just outside) his open garage.
With no warning came a gust of wind. It blew the prescription bag containing a month's supply of two forms of a controlled substance (Adderall) off my lap. I chased the prescription bag about 10', then cornered it near my feet.
I bent forward to pick up the prescription bag at my feet. As I leaned forward the chair started moving, as my shirt or vest had nipped the control joystick, which I forgot to turn off before bending down.
This might have been a little scary had I not been leaning forward when I accidentally nudged the joystick. However,
I was leaning forward. Consequently, what might have been a mildly scary moment instantly became terrifying; I guess because there was an 8" curb five feet in front of me, which I must have already known stood a good chance at smashing my leg if I was pinned between it and my 400 lb chair.
The quick acceleration (then deceleration) of my chair threw me off into the grass, with my right lower leg caught under the chair.
At this point I'm freaking. Since my dude is still in the bathroom, I'm yelling for help. Someone walking through the apartment complex heard me and ran over to help. As he was able to manually move my chair a little bit to free my leg, I began to realize I may be OK.
I pulled out a bloody foot. It hurt, but it seemed I may have come out of this relatively unharmed.
Still kind of in shock, I power on my Mighty, to share with my dude. We passed it back and forth for five minutes or so before I realized I probably oughta head up to the hospital under construction, where there has been an emergency room for several years; at least so I can be confident my foot is properly cleaned, but also because there was a good possibility I had a serious injury that I just couldn't detect.
Turns out I broke my right big toe. Also, there was a considerable amount of thick skin peeling off my toes. They super glued this skin back into place.
This accident wouldn't have happened if I had opioid pain relief. This accident wouldn't have happened if I didn't have to resort to taking gabapentin poison instead of oxycodone. Gabapentin makes you stupid. And complacent. And weak. Which is exactly why my accident two nights ago could have easily been the beginning of the end. Still may be, but hopefully not.
thanks for the pics + review! Looks like I know what my next purchase is 
S&B told me to keep my old CU, so now I have 3!
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