A whole new way to walk arrived at my house the other day.
I accepted delivery of a steel rollator walker. It has a seat so I can sit down when I need to. I tried it out in the house while the deliveryman was still here. I couldn’t believe how much easier it made walking.
It even cuts down on the pain. Wow!
But I still could not resist telling the deliveryman that, “I’m too young for this.”
Now I need to call my sister and tell her thank you for the recommendation. She used to be on the board of a nursing home so she knew the exact kind I should get.
The funny thing is, this steel rollator chair is exactly the same type of walker my mother-in-law has. It is even the same maroon color as hers. And she is nearly 30 years my senior. Argh!
One of my granddaughters arrived for a brief visit later that afternoon.
Her sharp eyes immediately spotted the delivery item. “What’s this?” Lilly asked.
“A walker,” I said.
“You need it because you’re old,” she said.
Argh! Another hit to my ego!
“No. I need it because I have pain when I walk, and this helps me.”
I gave Lilly a ride on the seat. She decided it was okay after that. Actually, more than okay. She giggled and asked for another ride.
That evening I received an email from one of my online friends. Her reaction was exactly the same as mine when she received her walker a few years ago. “Oh, but I’m too young!”
However, she came up with a solution to soften the blow to her ego. She refused to call it a walker. She named it, her wheelie.
What would you name my new transport?
Tell me your ideas in the comments below.
Until next time . . . Travel Light,
© 2021 SuZan Klassen. All Rights Reserved.