I swallowed my silly pride and used the walker at church this morning. After the first few people stopped me to ask if I was worse, and I assured them I wasn’t, I got used to it, and it wasn’t so bad after all. It really did make the long walk from the car to our Sunday School room soooo much easier. I can walk more naturally with it, too, which should help my muscles get back to a normal gait, I hope.
I realize now that I should have been using a walker for the last few months, but Dr. B is the only medical person who has told me I should have one, so I figured I wasn’t bad off enough to need it. And he didn’t just tell me, he fussed at me big time. Now I’m glad he did!!