Borrowed my mom's cane
Thursday, January 23, 2020
See, my brother got my mom a fancy new cane for Christmas, one of those doohickeys that has 4 'feet' at the bottom, so as to be more stable. All the better for my 78 year old mom, who's struggling more and more to get around the house, let alone out of doors. But her having a new walking stick didn't affect me in any particular way, other than eliminating a future possible birthday/christmas gift possibility. Or at least it didn't until I went and tore my groin on Sunday. It's a slight tear, granted, grade 1, the mildest on the scale of 1 to 3, but...if the exquisite pain and rampaging discomfort I've been feeling the last few days is what a mild tear brings, I'd hate to do ever any significant damage in that portion of my anatomy.
Anyway, so I grabbed my mom's old cane, and I've been using it to get around my place, It's a weird item, with the potential of overrelying on it for support and finding it liable to let you down (user error, I'm sure!) at any point. But it has helped with stairs, which are a feature I've struggled with the last couple of days. And it seems to help with sitting down and then getting up afterwards, which is the most painful aspect of my day.
I get to go for a couple of weeks, and if things aren't better, ask for a followup appointment to see if there is anything more going on in the area. It might be a long two weeks. Or I might feel better by the weekend and wonder what I'd been all worried about. Leaning toward the former, because of small things like starting this post at about 1145 PM, and then oops-snoozing my way past midnight to miss a day in the blog streakish. I supposed I have a decent excuse, but it doesn't rally hold up when you account for having played around on my computer all day, what with not easily being able to get out and about.
(this ramble, and especially the slightly kooky last bit brought to you by the muscle relaxer I was prescribed taking hold. Feeling pleasantly goofy, and very much ready for sleep now.