I can be a bit of a mother hen.
So when Loren started having trouble trouble walking every now and then, I immediately went out and rented a wheelchair.
“Just to be safe,” I said. “You can walk alongside as much as you want, but if you need to sit, then at least we have it.”
Our primary care doctor had laughed when I suggested the wheelchair on Friday. “We’re not going to disable you just yet,” he said. “I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
But I got the wheelchair nonetheless. I justified it along the lines of not wanting to limit ourselves. Loren did have trouble walking on occasion, and her left leg would give out suddenly, especially when she got out of the car. It happened twice on Saturday, as we were running errands to pick up prescriptions and buy Loren some gription — yoga socks with rubber grips on the bottom.
I started thinking we should maybe stay closer to home, not risk Loren falling or me having to carry her all the way back to the car. I started thinking that would be wise, at least until she got her balance back. I started thinking we should limit ourselves.
We got the wheelchair instead, and went to Santa Cruz to walk along the Cliff Dr. on Sunday. I pushed an empty wheelchair all the way from Swift St. to the pier, then back again. Four miles total.
Loren walked alongside the entire time. Teasing me for being such a mother hen.
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