… and then I met a man who could not walk. So I took his shoes.
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Anyway, this blog is worth something right now, if only to me. I went to the boy’s soccer practice tonight. This involves a fair amount of walking. Walking is a slow, limpy process right now. I had forgotten, actually, how long I’ve been walking since the accident, and was feeling a bit impatient because I haven’t made some leaps-n-bounds (so to speak) progress since, oh, Monday.
Reviewing the old blog entries, my very first time on my feet since the accident was March 2, 25 days ago. On that occasion, I was helped up by a PT and leaned heavily on a walker as I shuffled – first one feet, then another foot, first one foot, then another foot.
My walker phase, by the way, was short. I’ve always observed, while watching senior citizens with their walkers, that walkers seem very unstable. And sure enough, every time you hit the slightest bump with one, you wobble and hope you don’t fall down.
In other progress, the hospital bed is OUT of my house, and the wheelchair and other orthopedic equipment is either returned or put up in storage. They wouldn’t rent me a walker; they made me buy it. It’s for sale, if you want it.