I guess that’s why I am so impressed with them. The cracks of my politeness show frequently. Like today when I missed finishing my breakfast by two minutes when the lady comes to take the tray. I told her just a little bit and she nodded her way away. Then it’s like 15 minutes later and nothing. During that time, maybe ten minutes, I lay back and let my mind wander, think of story things, the Dark Backwards improves, my stomach settles all is great. But then the last five minutes man, I’m up and ready to write. Oh my God, this waiting is such an unbearable agony. I get up to piss in prologue to the diuretic flood, then use my nifty walker to exercise, walk up to the nurse’s station, or staff station, feel the weakness in my legs but I can go on because o my nifty walker, just leaning on that horseshoe. Finally I see her and I give her this brusque wave gesture, like get over here. Luckily by the time she gets over I recover myself, lying crocodile that I am, and am all sweetness and light.
Does your walker have flames painted on it? If it doesn't... it should. I'm sure you will get right on that.
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