I can walk. Without assistance. The question is how far. Our house is nice sized, but I have cut it down.
4 bedrooms. 3 1/2 baths. What does cut down mean?
I go where I can. Upstairs is where I can go, but I just don't go very often. Yes, I had MS when we got this house, but MS had not gotten worse. Now I go rarely.
I can go for emergencies. Last week, we had some real strong storms. No problem, right? Suddenly my son yells that water is coming in his room. I climbed up and got towels and dried the rainwater.
It can be done.
I was interupped as I wrote this document. Had to walk the dog. No big deal. I open the door, walk in, remove my shoes walk two steps and my right leg fails.
DOWN I GO. My daughter was eating breakfast. She was calm. Complained I did not use the walker. I crawled to the stairs. Got up and resumed life.
Back to walking.
Do you recall a plinco machine? The little balls came from the top and fell down. I walk through the house like a plinco ball. Bounce a bit, always aware of where a place for stability.
PreCCSVI, I was worse. I walk better now. I fight using the walker because I fear becoming addicted to the crutch. In my mind, that is one step closer to the wheel chair. Wheel chairs are important. People need them. I respect and understand the realities of life. I just want to stay out of one. When I do use a wheel chair, I use it as a walker. I went to a funeral and brought the chair. The funeral was not, rather it was a recieivng line. The deceased was a prominent person, so the line was long. I stood for two hours, just using the chair to help. I was and am proud that I went. I stood the whole time, but if I failed I had backup from the chair.
Today I will have lunch, shower up and watch basketball, never leaving downstairs. Keeping the world close and easy. Bouncing from place to place, however I will get it done.
Keep it simple, basic, and improve.
God Bless.