Mobility

 

When you have an injury that leaves you unable to get around you are one step from a nursing home. I would rather be dead than go there.

I injured my left foot while the right one was healing and found myself virtually trapped!

My walker was five years old and never a very good one. Using it didn't help much. It left the palms of my hands bruised and every step was still agony. 

Necessity is definitely the mother of invention. I discovered I could scoot around on my desk chair and kitchen bar stool. Neither is made for that and neither worked very well on the carpeting, but they were fine for the kitchen and bathroom.

Thank goodness I had recently snugged up my living space, so most of what I need is not too far away, but there were still problems. I used a cane to reach the switch that turns the fan on and off and made a train when the groceries were delivered outside my front door. 

Using the cane, I hooked the groceries off the front patio, put them on the office chair and, sitting on the kitchen bar stool, pushed the groceries back to the kitchen where I put them away. The first time I did it, my sack fell off the front of the chair, the one with two dozen eggs in it, but not one broke!

Today my new walker came, a week early! It is the difference between night and day. I can get around my apartment. I can carry out my trash and get my mail. I can even get to my car! 

I will live to innovate another day!