Bo talked me into a walker rather than crutches after my surgery. He also strongly advised that I practice with it before I had to use it under duress. With the tendonitis in the "good" knee Dr. Gorgeous said to rest it and not walk on it. It is really painful, like a 12 out of that stupid cute smiley face 10 scale, so I decided that would be good practice.
It must really hurt for me to do this, you know. I so detest it. When Frank was still not home on Friday I decided to use it in the privacy of myself and the dogs. The dogs thought it was some hysterical fun joke.
After we got through that I got off the oriental rug and on to the tiles and went sailing. If nothing else I will have great biceps when all this is over. Upper body strength is not so greatly overrated.
It does take some practice. By that night I was doing better. On Saturday I perfected my moves, but Carrie came to change before going out and made some remarks about old people and walkers. Gee I felt better after that.
Andrew came just before dinner and put the final nail in the proverbial coffin....he told me how I really didn't look old enough to be in a walker! I guess that wasn't too bad, but he laughed. He laughed!
No.....I won't do a picture for you....even though I like photos of other people in their moment of shame
Happy birthday Carrie!!!!!! Today is # 29 for her.
Oh, and if you didn't see the Quilt History website post, definitely go back and check it out.