Saturday was an emotional day, to say the least!
Brandon and I had a rocky morning and I went to visit my Dad and Nancy. There was a large box in my bedroom. I said, "Ooo, what's in the box?" Nancy answered, "That's your walker." "Oh." I didn't say another word about it while I was there, but when I got back to Brandon's, I broke down.
24 with a walker... when I used to be soooo active.
Brandon kept trying to reassure me, and telling me things like he'd buy one and we'd race them.
Well, Saturday night, as I was eating dinner, I began thinking about it more and I cam to the decision that it might be a good thing at times.
I MISS walking. I used to walk everywhere!
Brandon sometimes goes walking/running at a cemetary near his house. It is a nice place to walk and a lot of people do. So... I was thinking, and if I took the walker, I could go with him! Then, when he is running, I won't have to worry about losing my balance and falling while he is not around... so I think I might like it to get me out of the house and walk.
good luck chelsea dealing w the walker thing, i use a cane, when i go out and was embarrasse at first, but better be safe than sorry.
ReplyDeleteI was really hesitant to get a walker. I was very active when I was younger too. But now that I have a walker I am so independent again!
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