When I first moved to my new residence it seemed I was out of synch with the other residents as far as mobility (lots of walkers, canes and scooters) and I prided my self on being in good physical shape to still be able to get around unaided. Well the tables have turned as I found my long jaunt from my apartment to the dining room was becoming a problem carrying my portable oxygen (seven pounds and bulky) with my worsening C.O.P.D . And so I became depressed and for three weeks I had my meals delivered and just stayed in my apartment watching show after show and not enjoying anything.
Then one night my son and I had a telephone conversation where I just vented my feelings and almost a bale of tears. ” He wonderfully listened as he always manages to do and then in his kind way but direct manner” said Mom you know what to do and how to do it. He continued to tell me he understood my situation but I was not handling it the right way, As I rethought my words I found myself making a plan and thanking my son for our wonderful relationship.
The next morning I looked into getting a scooter or walker and this past weekend they brought me a walker to try. I walked around the floor with it a few times and then on Sunday I placed my oxygen in the opening seat compartment and my keys on my arm. As I walked down the corridor to the dining room I started to sing I am in with “In Crowd” and now I do fit in.
Current Mood: Playful