Rollin with the Oldies.

Did I tell you I have my own wheel chair?

And hospital bed, I have one of those too, an old ancient one.

I have two walkers.

I have a book shelf full of medical supplies.

I have a great chair in my shower.

And don't even get me started on compression socks.  Those babies kill my sore feet-- and I have to wear them for a very long time.

My sister in law laughed that she had seen a cute old man with shorts on and white compression socks up to his knees.   Do not laugh at those cute old men-- because that is just what I look like.

And we will not discuss adult diapers.

My girls like to wrap themselves in ace bandages and pretend there is something wrong with them.  They wish they were the ones pushed around in a wheel chair.  I told them, you only want it until you've got it.

I will say, in defense of humanity, I get a lot of kind, compassionate smiles as I'm pushed around in a wheel chair in the midst of my brood of children.  

Thank you for your compassionate smiles.

This is temporary.

And boy is it fun!!!