It has become a fact that if I want to go anywhere this walking aid comes with me and I am not very happy about it. Just a walk in the apartment, and I have to manoeuvre it around corners, over obstacles in the way and eventually park it in a place near. It has become my companion.
In this case I just wanted to go outside and take a few photos. I had to guide it over the steps remembering to lock it in between, otherwise it might run away. If I go anywhere it goes with me. Luckily I can fold it together when I take a ride in the car. I have a container on the front where I can deposit a camera and my Kindle also fits nicely. At home I am also accompanied by my iPad and telephone which have room on the platform.
I am not really liking my facts of life at the moment. Gone are the days of indenpedemce. Now I have to think about it first of all. The walker is parked next to my bed during the night and I have to take it to that certain place that most of us visit at night. Cooking with it can get complicated when I have to chop the veg or use the cooking range. I have devised a method where I can stand and not move and use my walking stick. Now and again I have to tidy it, as the bag at the front seems to collect bread crumbs, various vegetable remains, pasta and paper handkerchiefs.
Today my physio therapist informed me that it is now only six weeks since my accident, as if to say, I am not ready for taking independent steps. But I did achieve my goal this afternoon.
I took a photo of my lent roses, on the the left and my christrose on the right. They are one of the first in the garden, and I did not want to let them disappear without a photo. They are late this year probably because of the snow falls. It is not easy taking a photo with the walker, especially has I had to do it free hand, without holding onto anything.
But every day something new and different.