They bought both, actually.
The first wheelchair arrived, and I waited and waited. I did my rehab and all this stuff. It was only about four weeks. Shoppers Home Health Care was asking where their cheque was, or at least a valuation that we're going to pay. Veterans Affairs told them they were not going to pay, and then DND, being the bureaucracy it is...there was no one to report to and ask for these cheques.
Eventually the salesman just said “I have to take the chair back, and hopefully this will impose a quicker transition from you getting the chair to me getting the cheque.” I said “Okay, no worries.” Then I told my CO, and from that point a cheque was written from the hospital emergency fund and the wheelchair was given back to me.
In this latest one, I got a new wheelchair. I went to Shoppers Home Health Care, and because I didn't follow the specific rules of Veterans Affairs, which is to talk to the occupational nurse to get your seat and your back measured, and all the rest of the stuff, because I didn't follow those rules—and I understand, but the salesman knows me, he has those measurements on file, and we deal with this stuff. I don't know, I talk to the dude on a monthly basis. So everything is there. I have a huge-ass file like that. It's all there, it's easy to do, but the problem is that Veterans Affairs doesn't trust the salesman.
It all has to do with trust and how they don't trust the client or the salesman. Anyone outside the system is not a trustworthy person, even though we could fill libraries with the number of honourable things we've done in this society. But that's the stuff we can't get these people through. That's why I actually had to go through a comic to get this done. I purposely went a little outside the box. I could have done it a little quicker, but I decided to go this route because it is literally so absurd, and being one of the more visible people, as an amputee and as a wounded soldier, I thought it would be completely classic that this is the route I would have to take.
Imagine someone with PTSD, alcoholism, a family member locked up in a psychiatric ward, or you name it. That is the true problem. I like to call it the sit and die program. They wait for you to die because it's cheaper. Remember, back in the day they said death is cheaper than a wound, and it's true. That standard is still held to this day.