I got my walker. She
called with the ok on Thursday, and I picked it up Friday. Pam was with me, and suggested to the clerk
(which I would NOT have thought about) that I also get “sliders” (not tennis
balls) for the back, since wheels are on the front only so it’s hard to push
around without them. They had these cute
ones that look like high top tennis shoes so I got those. Pam requested she put them on, and I’m glad
she did because I would not have known how to do it. It took a bit of time and special equipment. It’s unreal to me that these little things
are not offered and the assumption is that it’s not a big deal. Or the pressure of people waiting in line. Well I wait in line, and when it’s my turn,
it would be nice if it were a full service thing. Again, it’s a medical supply place. People need help. Okay, that’s my rant for this post.
It is easier to manipulate around the apartment then the
other walker. Now it’s just a matter of
getting used to using it. Training
myself to use it, that is. I’m nothing
if not stubborn. But it’s in the living
room with me and the most important thing is for me to grab it when I’m feeling
weak or too medicated or the pain is through the roof instead of just the
ceiling, lol.
My friend Anne is on her way over…she is such a good
friend. She comes by at least twice a
month. So does Roz. I’m very lucky that way. And I talk to my other friends, like Leslie and
email other people out of state or my NF buddies. So she’s picking up Indian food, my favorite,
and we’ll do the usual. Eat, talk and
watch a movie on Netflix.
I will be missing Passover (again) because it’s just not
worth it to try and get there in the pain I am in. I can’t sit anyway, so I’d be lying on the
couch or in the bedroom during the Seder and meal. Yes, it would be nice seeing everyone….but
the price of getting there and getting home is too high for me, and a hassle
for whomever takes me. This is the kind
of thing that makes my situation intolerable sometimes. Missing family events.
Watched “Life of Pi” last night. Great book.
Good movie, beautiful to watch, but knowing most of it was digital
somehow takes away from it for me. Not
that they should have used a real Bengal tiger (not to mention the other animals)
but the rest of the scenes were digital as well, except for the conversations
between the two people as he explained his life. It did bring things up for me when he
finally started yelling at G-d. Boy, I
know that one!
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