7 years after buying the cheapest, foldable walking stick I could find as a temporary measure until I was well again I’ve finally upgraded to a pretty one. I guess I’m in this for the long haul and there is absolutely no shame in me admitting that.
Some people think it means I don’t want to get better or that I have closed myself off to any kind of recovery. Those people aren’t my kind of people. Those people clearly do not know me and do not care enough to read the blog I set up to help them understand this chapter of my life.
Accepting this chapter of my life is the single most important thing I have ever done. Using mobility aids has been a key part of that. They can be ticket to a more independent life and allow me a taste of The Real World. Some days they are hard to embrace and some days I am simply too unwell to use them, but on other days they are the difference between leaving the house or not.
All hail my pretty new walking stick!