Coming to terms in At the foot of the hill
- June 29, 2019, 5:20 a.m.
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I have been thinking for awhile now that I would be able to walk soo much easier if I, like many of my neighbors in this senior living complex, would just swallow my pride and get myself a walker. Yesterday was the day. Papa took my over (just across the lake) to a small shop that sells medical supplies. They had a selection of various styles. I had done some looking on the internet and kind of knew what I though I wanted. Right there, in the showroom, sat the exact one I had been looking at. It cost a little more than Amazon, but the guy was able to fit it to my needs and offered us a discount and lifetime service. So I wheeled it right out of there. Bob folded it up and loaded it in the back of the car and we brought it home. I’ll need to practice “driving” it, as well as folding and loading/unloading it into the car. I feel like I will be able to participate in some of our Fab 50’s outings to museums, etc. again. Swallowing pride isn’t so bad.
White Rabbit ⋅ June 29, 2019 (edited June 29, 2019)
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hugs I love that you're pushing yourself into the uncomfortable, so that you can BECOME comfortable 💖 This is going to enhance your life.
Before my Dad passed he wasn't allowed to walk very much and had to be wheel around in chairs when out in public due to breathing issues from cancer. At first he was upset about being that way, but then we got him this fancy red scooter 🛵 with a basket and I remember one day I was driving over to visit and I happened to see him scooting right on down the road to the local shop with his black beanie on and big ole smile on his face. 🤩 He got out of the house more with that scooter than before all of that lol.
Believe me - the walker is actually freedom. 💖