That's called a rollator, not a walker, because it rolls! I know it has brakes, and I think I would have been fine, but I was advised not to use it.
I did have a shower chair, and the way I used it was not by sitting in it, but propping my knee on the seat while standing with my good leg. My H installed a safety bar in the shower ( another necessity).
I was told by the PT at the hospital that it would roll too fast for me...maybe when you release the brake, there is too much forward movement? I didn't get a chance to try one out.
I have the MD degree, did an internship, and ended up in administration. So much for patient care, lol.
This a.m., I started thinking about H and how we ended up together. I journaled our "love story" over on Piecing if anyone is interested. Hope everybody has a great day !
Me: 38 H: 35 S4, S5, S10 Bomb 01/07 Wanted D - nothing would change his mind Numerous A's prior to D bomb; EA prior/during D bomb Piecing 04/07 Deployed for a year 05/07 Still Piecing 2010 M 11 yrs 05/10
Journey, I was thinking about my mobility. Did you have a wheelchair? I do and actually you can do a lot from a wheelchair (and I had the example of my late H to learn from): cook, dishes, roll easily around the house. I have a one-story house and much of it is wood floors. Still, this morning my leg is pretty achy. Maybe I did do too much yesterday.
Okay... amusing story (in retrospect): so last night I made myself a bowl of Amy's Potato Leek Soup and wheeled myself into the living room with some cheese and crackers and a can of V-8 juice. So far so good. I put everything on the coffee table. Nice. Then out of mid-air comes Bill's Max* flying, lands IN the bowl of soup, flips it over, potato-leek soup spews across the carpet (fortunately the same color as the carpet). Max retires to a corner to lick the soup off his paws. This morning, he's sitting in my lap, happy as a kitty can be.
_____________ *Bill's Max- this is one of the two cats that I adopted from my friend Bill when he went into the nursing home. I already had a Max, so I had to adjust his name. BTW, my friend Bill died on my birthday, Wednesday. He was 92 and his son told me he was talking and chatting literally up until the last minute. He stopped talking in mid-sentence and was gone. A salesman up to the end. He's probably already told St. Peter that heaven could improve its image if they did some pencils, caps, t-shirts, and refrigerator magnets. (He latest career was in the field of specialty advertising. But I digress...)
Lil, I used the wheelchair for outings. In the house, I used the walker. There is a step from my kitchen to my den, and the bathroom doorway is too narrow for a wheelchair.
Please make sure to take it easy. Keep that leg up and keep it iced. When is your next appt with the orthopedist?
Bill sounds like is was a dynamic man. May he rest in peace.
Okay, maybe I'm really messing up here, but I haven't been icing it. The splint that's on it (back and front) is SO thick, I don't think the cold would penetrate. There was a a layer of some webbing stuff next to my skin, then several layers of a cotton batting material, then this heavy plaster cast-like material front and back (like a cast that's open on the side), and finally on the outside, a heavy overlapping ace bandage.
I asked the ortho if I should ice it and he said I could, but he didn't think the cold would penetrate all of that stuff.
