You know you're getting old when a new cane arrives from Amazon, and you're all excited. Tail waggin, the whole bit.
Alright alright, I exaggerate a teensy weensy bit. I wasn't that excited, and I'm not that old. What I am is injured and what I need is an operation to address this injury. With hospitals overcrowded and overworked in this odious third phase, I figure that I'll still be in the waiting line come this time next year. Sigh.
The old cane had a small handle that was further shortened by a notch on the end. Since I am using the cane more and more, I decided that it would behoove me to look online for something more suitable. And, Oh Happy Day! this is more suitable.
I don't absolutely require a cane. I'm not even sure how much it helps, but if it relieves even a little bit of pressure, I'm down with it. It also serves as a sort of signal to others, that the old coot is shuffling along for a reason, so don't get antsy about having to hold up for a bit.
So, I'll smile and limp along, cane in hand.