“I’m not a cripple!”
Dad got mad when Mum took him to the doctor, at my request, to see about getting a walker.
“Since it’s here,” he said to her later on, using it to get around the house.
By the time I arrived back on the farm, he was swinging the thing around like a dance partner.
Yesterday’s update from Mum:
“I took Dad to the market for an outing this morning and he met up with buddies,” she writes, “He asked if he should take his walker and I said, ‘lets give it a try’. Well, he flew like a bird around the whole place, so you could say it was a huge success!!!!”