Dr. B made me promise yesterday that I would get a walker, and I know he’s right. I’ve just been putting it off as long as I could, hoping I’d get better on my own.
Well, I haven’t, yet.
I know I’ve been silly about it, but I’ve been resistant to the idea to be seen in public, particularly at church, using a walker. It’s stupid, I know, but it’s like it’s an admission that something’s really wrong, if that makes sense.
Anyway, once I finally wrapped my head around the image of me using one, I remembered someone at church whose mother had used one before she died, and I’m borrowing that one. Somehow, borrowing one doesn’t seem quite as bad as buying one. It seems more temporary.
It’s been funny trying to learn how to use the scooters at the grocery store and at Wal-Mart. That doesn’t seem to bother me, because I get up and walk to the car. And, besides, they’re fun!! LOL
I think part of the reason I don’t want to “give in” to the walker is that people will see me differently. Before I was just walking really slow, now they will think I’m worse, when I’m really not. It makes me feel really old, too, and I don’t like that feeling, either. I may look old, but I don’t feel old inside, doggonit!!