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Thida

What's FS?

Useful, scary, interesting and ablelist are my reactions to this scale. Such emphasis on walking. I know wheelchair athletes who do twenty times more than me, and in fact many people who can walk just fine. In fact being able to walk just fine kept me from the truth that my world was severely shrinking and I wasn't able to perform many activities of daily living (or ADLs in PT talk). It wasn't until I broke my toe and walked on it for a week, because the pain was only a little worse than my daily pain and then due to using crutches for a couple days, I went down to 8.5 on this scale. Then finally I admitted I'd been at 5.5 on this scale for over a year.

I mean don't get me wrong. I love the ability to walk. The world is not designed for wheels. In fact I live in a house with stairs. But I did get a little thrill of riding a scooter through the wide aisles of Costco. Hell on my wrists though.

I think this is the first time I've admitted in a public blog how disabled I was.

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