Well... I hope you didn't wreck your wheel chair!!!
I'll have to tell you about my old friend Pedro, sometime.
Pedro was in a wheel chair, too. Except his drinking is what landed him in the wheel chair.
So, we'd have to pick up Pedro and his wheel chair and bring him to meetings.
One day after we dropped him off at his place after a meeting... He got thirsty and wheeled himself down to the liquor store.
He sat in his wheel chair in an alley next to the liquor store drinking.
After he was really good and tight... good and drunk... it was night time and very dark... and he cruised his wheel chair down a 4 lane avenue that is often populated by drunk drivers! As he was riding in the middle of the street (in the fast lane) with his wheel chair... a drunk driver came speeding down the road... and you guessed it... it broke nearly every one of Pedro's bones.
After about a year of being in the hospital, we started picking up Pedro, again, and taking him to meetings... This time, he couldn't move his hands or fingers or anything. His neck was in a brace to hold his head up. And, we had to pick him up out of the chair and carry him to the bathroom and help him take a pee... Sometimes, it was even worse. (Yes. We really were willing to go to any lengths... to stay sober! And, we did the any lengths, too! You want to talk humility???? )
Pedro eventually died, and we got a reprieve.... but, not before he spent a couple of years in agonizing pain and suffering... while sober. And, Pedro would have probably drank again if he could have found a way to get a drink down him!
The moral of the story that I learned from it??? Sometimes... drinking and it killing you is not the worst thing that can happen! Drinking and not having it kill me... and I'd have to live like Pedro sober... would be my luck!