The last time I pampered myself was when I bought my walking stick. When the doc confirmed that I had MS, it was no big surprise. I just let him pamper me with about 3 different x-rays in the MRI scanner to arrive at this result, accompanied by deafening noise. He even threw in a lumber puncture for good measure. I could have told him myself, but did not want to destroy his experiemental works of art.
Walking was no longer like it used to be, my legs did not always do what I wanted them to, and so I organised a walking cane. I was looking for something with a silver skull at the end, but realised this would not be ideal for gripping with the hand and paying more than a thousand Swiss Francs would be a little too much. I decided to go on-line to see what was on offer and settled for my nice colourful stick. I already had a stick, but it was brown with a cork handel, and nothing special to leave a lasting impact. Now when I enter the store all the golden oldies look in my direction. Do I see a glint of envy in their eyes?
Otherwise I only pamper myself with electronics, such as a new computer, or perhaps a new telephone, but I have everything I need. The new iPhone has arrived, although not yet ready to deliver. And who wants a new iPhone 8 when the super new iPhone X (Ten) is just around the corner. However, this too is not cheap and probably it wil remain on my bucket wish list.
Of course I am pampered daily at home by Mr. Swiss, and I pamper him. It is all part of the contract. And now I have nothing more to say on this subject, we are constantly pampering each other and ourselves. He helps me to get out of the chair and I help him to leave his chair – what could be better.