I bought a cane over the weekend. I don’t know if I am becoming crippled or not. Seriously, this is up in the air. But I’ve had enough times when I can’t walk without holding onto something; it’s apparent that I should at least have one around. I spent $10, okay? Hopefully it will be a temporary cane for emergencies, but I really don’t know.
If you want to send me medical advice, I hope you won’t.
I got the cane on Saturday. Sunday I was dressed for church. “Let’s see what this looks like,” I said to my husband. I was going to pose with my cane and look at myself.
“Are you bringing that today?” he asked.
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