Wheelchair Jokes Novels & Stories

How could I forget how inconvenient it was every time he went out? On the other side, Matthew laughed out loud, "Do you believe me when I say that?" I was silent for a moment, realizing he was joking with me. "A person who was still in a wheelchair yesterday, How can he drive today? it's so absurd that you can believe it, baby. That's stupid!" I hate him calling me "baby". He learned from my way of talking just to make fun of me.

Silently, I cried a little harder at the sudden thought that maybe he never would be that person again. hat the hell is that?” Richard hissed as the van parked in our driveway. “A ramp for you to get into the house,” I explained. “I told you I had made some adjustments.” He glowered, his hands curving around the handles of the wheelchair. “Why don’t we announce to the world I’m paralyzed?” he snapped.

Before Drake can explode on his friend, I don't want to be the cause of him losing a friend, I quickly say, "I have a sports wheelchair that I use on ramps, pipes and obstacles. I'm not as good as my brother or Drake but I do alright." Taking a deep breath while ignoring Bianca's shocked look that I talked to Archer in a higher voice than a whisper I continue. "I might not be physically able to ride a board like Drake or a BMX bike like my brother but I'm one of the few people in the United States who can ride the chairs like boarders and bikers do."

“I don’t want to hurt you.” “How? I can’t feel my legs, remember? You have a tendency to forget that’s why I’m in this wheelchair in the first place.” And yet again here I was putting my foot in my mouth. My husband on the other hand found it so funny that he let out a boisterous laugh that came deep from within his belly. “It is just too easy sometimes.” He laughed until his bouts of laughter became soft chuckles. “Come on, birdie. Hop on and let’s get some food in your system.”

Clarence got behind me and pushed the wheelchair. "Are you in this wheelchair because you're sick?" I answered honestly, "No, because I don't have long to live." A tense silence fell, and I could feel Clarence clenching on the wheelchair's handles so hard, they might break. He said hoarsely, "If that's a joke, it's not funny." It was not a joke. I could see him tensing up from the corner of my eye, but I changed the subject anyway. "Take me around."

These two going at it like small children gives me a little bit of excitement after all of the hell I’ve been through. Devin steps in front of us, sliding his arms underneath both of my arms and forcing McKenzie out of the way. I slap his hands away. “I can do this myself!” I argue, forcing the two of them away. “I’m not handicapped! They have me in this wheelchair because of weakness from being sick. But I’m feeling fine you two.” “Well, we care for you!” McKenzie argues as she steps back, giving me space so I can get into the car.

I worried for his safety all day, and I often decided against texting him because I didn’t want to be annoying. After I finished my drink, I made my way back upstairs, through the quiet halls. That’s when I noticed Gian, struggling to get his wheelchair out of the elevator as boxes blocked his path. With a frustrated grunt, he attempted to kick them out of the way with his feet. What kind of idiot would do something like that? Maybe someone else he had referred to as a dumb brainless bitch? "Shit," he cursed out loud. My legs wanted to keep walking, but I couldn’t. He had become disabled, and there was nothing more inhuman than watching someone like that struggle.

My hand squeezed the armrest of the chair I was on. My uncle saw tensions were high and ran to help me to the wheelchair. I grabbed him and I took the painful steps to the wheelchair like a champ. Just as I was about to take my seat on the wheelchair I saw a slight movement by side. Sarah kicked the wheelchair’s tire slightly. The force she used was very little but it was enough to send the chair backwards by a few inches. My uncle could not stop falling and I landed hard on the ground, my head hitting the cold tiles with a thud!!!.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” The wheelchair wasn’t humiliating. His lap was. “Learn to phrase your words correctly then. It might help you—instead of saying things you may or may not mean. Though with you, who knows? You’re quite unruly.”

"How're you keeping my little Star?" "Well, you know the usual. Pestering people around me. Driving Dean insane and trying my hardest to figure out how to get some decent speed into my wheelchair. Please tell me you have a good plan in your garage how to put NOS into a wheelchair." "Oh, babe, we'll sort that out. After all, we can't have you croaching along the roads," Alex chuckles with amusement.