I have got a new toy in my collection, although to be quite honest there are some items I would rather not collect. I now have a Walker. I did not even know the english name for this masterwork of transportation, in German we call it a “Rollator”, probably because it rolls. At the moment it rolls everywhere with me as my legs no longer roll as they should since my spectacular dive on the floor of the bedroom almost a week ago.
Sitting in my hospital bed thinking of how nice it is not to have to do anything, I realised that when I arrive home, I will not be able to do anything, because my left leg has a broken bone, the femur. I even looked that up in Internet on some sort of medical page. It told me that the femur is the biggest and strongest bone in the human body and rarely is damaged. I suppose there are exceptions to every rule. So mine is damaged, pieced together by the miracles of steel, screws and whatever and I need a transport.
I called Mr. Swiss from the hospital. I need a “Rollator/Walker” when I get home. An hour lager he called back, and we now have a Rollator. A nice one in violet with a basket and a surface for carrying stuff. I had already bought an electric wheelchair a few months ago, so it was no problem to contact the store and pick up a walker. It is ideal. I am not exactly Speedy Gonzales, but it gets me from the bedroom to the bathroom, to the kitchen and I can even carry my iPad with me. My Kindle is in the bag at the front. So now you can see me moving with my new companion and when I again regain my fitness I will be using my wheelchair outside.
I often wonder what people think when they see me coming. Are they sympathising thinking so young and already needing support. Perhaps some might even be admiring my driving talent. I am the fastest in a wheelchair. I am still practicing with the walker, but am getting there. Any sympathy is welcome but I have to do it all by myself. According to thigh bone breakage instructions, it is a matter of 5-6 months and everything is back to how it should be, but… and there is a big but, you have to practice. Do you exercises daily and put as much weight on the leg as possible etc. etc. It looks like I will have a long walker path to take, but I am on the way. I even managed to lift my left leg today and dress on my own without calling for Mr. Swiss: the only problem being that I had my trousers and knickers on back to front, but all beginnings are difficult. I can actually now reach my left foot with my hands, my leg joint has slowly decided to communicate with me again. And now to move on (by walker of course): pratice makes perfect.