Well, today I figured out that you can use a shopping cart like a walker if you have to. I had to go today and get groceries, since it has been weeks since I had gone and the cabinets were getting pretty pitiful. I figured that Wal-mart would have an electric scooter, as they normally have several at the door. Of course, today they had none. One of the employees informed me that the three at the door were broken and that they had two stolen and the only working one an old lady was using, so I wasn’t going to go knock her out of it so I could use it.
This then left me with either leaving and not getting groceries or figuring out how to make this work. After folding up my walker and putting it in the cart I figured that I could hold onto the top of the sides and it would give me better control of the cart and thus make it possible for me to get through the store. It actually worked pretty well except for people stopping in the middle of the aisle in front of me and then looking at me like what was my problem. I mean really, here I am hunched over this cart, sweating like a pig with a walker sticking out of my cart, what do you think my problem might be? Really, I think you are smart enough to figure it out, but maybe not.
With that said, I actually got all my groceries, gave my knee a good workout, and got to the car without too much hassle. I was rather proud of myself. I admit a couple of weeks ago this never would have worked, but I can tell the knee is getting stronger, but now I still have to work on it getting more mobility in it, as we are stuck at 15 and 80 degrees, which is nowhere near what it should be by now. I guess I get to have therapy with the outpatient physical terrorists, oh I mean therapists. Believe me, I am not looking forward to that, but I do want to transition to a cane before I turn 50 in August. LOL. Till next time…

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May 17, 2011 at 6:19 am
dressingmyself
Well done for improvising with the cart!
I think that there is something about the air in supermarkets that reduces brain capacity (for everyone but you and me, of course). Why else do people stand in front of the shelves having long conversations – or in the middle of the aisle.