After my second baclofen surgery, my journey toward walking again took a downward turn. Since I have balance issues, I started using a walker because it was easier for me to than a wheelchair.  One of the reasons that I decided that the walker was better than a wheelchair was that I started to dread trying to manage steering the wheelchair is because the right arm of my body was much stronger than the left so it seemed impossible to make the wheelchair go straight ahead. It took me a long time to peddle down the hospital when I was there. In the hospital hallway, I was weaving right than left. It was so frustrating!

I quit driving all together for many reasons. One is that I kept banging into things like a drive through at Dairy Queen. I hit some metal poles that were about 4 feet tall and I scrapped it on my car door and then later I backed into a small concrete block that I could not see. My son said that he saw me weaving on the road. I also tapped a few fenders by not stopping in time because of my slow reactions. Obviously I should not be on the road so I quit.

This made me very sad but I thought it was for the best. I do miss the freedom of driving wherever I wanted to go.