To you it might look like a (quite fancy) walker. To me it is Jemima and she is my new friend. I quite often give things names – my flatmate has 10 fish/shrimp in a bowl acquired from MyMan (MyExMan… ExMyMan… MyHeWhoHasToFindHimselfMan… oh you know… Him). It was the bowl not all the fish who came from Him. Four out of the five original fish survive and their numbers have been supplemented by additional bowlmates. All of them have names, mostly given by me. But I wouldn’t have given my new walker a name if it wasn’t for fellow MSers telling me of other people who have named theirs, e.g. Myrtle (that’s the name of a walker not her MSer owner). And someone else told me it/she will become a friend.
Jemima is already a friend. I can walk further and more steadily whilst gently holding her handles. She has a seat for those times when I have walked too far/long (mainly because it is so easy walking with her). She has a front bag where I can store a folded stick, water bottle, food, shopping… She has an optional shelf which is mainly for use indoors as, when the shelf is in place, the seat is not usable and Jemima cannot be folded. She folds really easily. And she fits perfectly in the boot of my car. Like a jigsaw piece slotting into place.
Okay Jemima is not the most attractive addition to my front room but when she is a rest indoors I can gaze at her and ponder how strange it is for me – still young-ish, active-ish – to be glad to own another mobility aid. I am soooo lucky. No really, that wasn’t sarcastic. I am lucky.
I live in a city that has not just one but several MS Specialist Nurses. There is a hospital with a fabulous Neurology Department. I have use of a specialist Disabled Living gym along with regular contact with specialist Physios who provide me with such things as my new bath bench and the fabulous Jemima.