Technically, it isn’t a cane. It’s a “walking stick” or a “trekking pole” or something like that. It’s made by The Walking Company and is really quite nifty. The length is incredibly adjustable, and it doesn’t look “orthopedic” at all. It even has a little carabiner attached.
I had said, and meant, that I was just about ready to give in and get a cane. And yes, there have been more and more times when I needed one lately.
They knew, however, that I wasn’t likely to go get one or participate in doing so. And they were in the mall, which is hell as far as I’m concerned. There is, however, a store there that carries a nice selection of The Walking Company’s products. Sam and I had browsed there briefly a year or so ago.
Yes, I’m using it. It’s very helpful when I’m getting up, or when I need a little help catching my balance. It’s very lightweight. The carabiner makes it easy to clip it to my belt loop when I’m wearing jeans. Today I didn’t wear jeans and found the absence of belt loops rather annoying. That quickly, huh?
Calling my feelings “mixed” is quite an understatement. I’m grateful. I’m pissed off. I love my walking stick. I hate my body.
Thank you, loves. Just ignore my pissiness, please—it isn’t directed at you.