Do you choose wheels for fun or function?
Last summer blood clots hijacked my mobility. If someone had yelled “Fire!” I’d have hobbled as fast as I could, but the flames would have singed my fanny. I reluctantly decided to buy a folding wheelchair and walker gizmo. I resented it as much as I relied on it.
Sometimes we need props. We can tolerate them if we know they are short term, but chafe if we suspect they are the new normal. Nothin’ normal about scootin’ around when you used to have two healthy feet.
By fall I graduated from wheels back to my own locomotion.
This year I've traded the walker in for a nifty folding bike with 7 gears and a basket. It's how I commute to my garden plot.
I count it a blessing as I pass others who have to roll the paths, dependent on devices. Being able to get yourself from A to B is priceless when you haven’t been able to do it.
May you stay fit, maintain your balance, and be able choose wheels for fun rather than because you're feeble.