The idyllic love affair has been tarnished already - there is a downside to having a cane too, I must admit...
I can't seem to get used to carrying stuff? My briefcase in one hand, a coffee in the other and my cane tucked under one arm...I limp worse than ever and spill the dang coffee everywhere!
As a low-ranking officer (really low...like as low as you can be) who works at headquarters, I have to salute just about every single person I pass on my long walk from the gate to the Admiral's building. I'm right-handed so my cane is in the hand I must salute with...that is a pain. I could get a chit from my doctor saying I don't have to salute but since I'm being released in January, I value every salute I give or return.
Crowds! Arrrrgh, people are stupid cattle when they bunch up. Trying to navigate through them with a cane is infuriating...I swear I nearly started growling and swinging my cane about me in an effort to knock dozens of them down...lol. At my daughter's Christmas concert, I was nearly knocked down by a hundred oblivious bovines but when I finally made it outside, I walked into the middle of a snowy field where no one would bother me....wrong. Some lady still managed to careen into me - how the hell is that possible?
On a good note, although hiking over snow and ice is treacherous, my cane actually helps me out. I move more carefully and have more support. A bonus.
I still love my cane but the blind, youthful crush has matured into a long-lasting, stable kind of love.
