Yesterday my friendly package guy delivered three boxes. Today then, I set about opening them up and seeing what I could do about their contents. Usually I wait for the husband/lover/handyman to do these sorts of construction jobs, but the heel was hurting so badly today, that I just had to accomplish something, anything, in the direction of getting better.
That large box on the bottom of the pile contains the pieces and parts to a knee scooter, prescribed by the doctor to use most times instead of crutches. Since my left heel is also almost as bad as the right to-be-surgeried heel, crutches will be hard for me. The scooter will help bear more of my weight during the months of recovery.
A cushy seat cover and a basket are in the smaller two boxes.
|Isn't she a beaut?|
Yes, folks I am a handywoman in disguise. After all those years raising four children, and never doing one iota of the assembly work at Christmas time - you know, the trikes, bikes, and Barbie cars, who knew? I did this ALLBYMYSELF.
I am proud of myself, and besides that, it was a good two hours of distraction from the pain. So that's a good thing.
I also added a snazzy sheepskin seat cover. This was recommended in several other recovery blogs I had read, so I decided to take the advice of those who know.
I'm just hoping that puppy Sheila will not think this seat is some sort of a security blanket. Weimaraners are known for "nursing" on soft furry things, and Sheila has a sheepskin-like bed that she drags around the house and uses. I do not want to see her sitting beside my seat, kneading it and nursing it. That's just too weird.
|Sheila with her special dog blanket|
Son Caleb made a few adjustments on the braking system, and then raced around the house with it, terrorizing the dog
and me. Then he said, "Here mom, you try it."
So I did.
Um, maybe it's a good thing that I still have several days until my scheduled surgery. I nearly threw myself out over the handlebars when I applied the brakes the first time. Then I did a trial run and scootered into the bathroom. I had to do a 16-point turn to get myself out of there. Note to self: work on reverse.
For now, I'll be doing some laps, and getting the hang of this sweet piece of equipment.
I think I'll call her MOLLY, short for MOBILITY. What do you think?