Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

September 3, 2021

Dear Everyone:

Lots of doctor visits again this week.  As I was wrestling the walker into the back seat of my car after the second appointment in one day, I discovered that my “Trusty Steed” had thrown a shoe.  More accurately, the cap on one of the back legs had fallen off.

Rather than try and backtrack to look for it, I decided to stop in at a medical supply store in Walnut Creek the next day.  I’ve been to this store many times since my hip replacement over ten years ago.  They have the most fascinating array of toys for the mobility-impaired.

The young lady who helped me offered both caps and glides for the back legs.  I immediately opted for the glides.  I remembered that I had this done for the walker I used back for the hip replacement and had actually considered making a trip just for the glides last week.  They cost a bit more, but they make the walker move much more smoothly.  Or maybe it’s just that I’m getting better at it (?)

In any case, the young lady deftly removed each back leg and stamped the glides firmly in place on the spot.  In the meantime, I was perusing the “Accessories” for walkers and other helpful things.

They had a plastic tray that fits down over the top of a typical walker, thus turning the walker into a table.  I had the idea of using my other walker, the one I had purchased in desperation back when all this began, as a possible ad hoc “laundry cart”.  By placing a basket on top of the tray, I could maneuver the older walker through the hallway and bedrooms more easily than the large library cart which I’ve been using in the past.

It was worth a try.  In fact, I discovered that the table-tray turns the older walker into an impromptu little folding table.  Very handy for last-minute folding before popping something into its appropriate position in the drawer.

Meanwhile, the store also offered a variety of “reaching tools”.  These generally consist of a rod with a handle at one end and a claw at the other.  The handle typically includes a trigger of some kind which, when pulled, causes the claw to close around something a person would like to grab.

The Occupational Therapists at the Rehabilitation Center were very enthusiastic about this, giving pointers on folding up one leg of a pair of pants and using the claw to hold the top of the pants while a person insinuates their leg into them.

Unfortunately, the rod is usually too long for a person with arms as short as mine.  I could pull the handle back toward my shoulder only so far and still couldn’t reach the claw with my other hand to pull the pants close enough to grasp.  If I released the handle, the claw would drop the pants on the floor and we’re back to Square One.

(I always knew my legs were shorter than “average”.  Whenever I made or bought skirts and/or pants I always had to shorten them by about six to eight inches.  It has only been more recently that I realized that the same issue applies to my arms.  Sleeves are always too long for me, which is one reason I’ve always preferred short-sleeved shirts.)

The store had a reaching tool with a much shorter rod.  It allows me to pull the trigger with one hand and easily reach the pants with the other.  Hallelujah!  Now I can get dressed without the need for a lot of frustration and expletives deleted.

Love, as always,

 

Pete

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