Ode to a Shower Chair

I think you all know this by now, but I'm going to say it anyway.... I'm stubborn. Sometimes to a fault.

For the last four years, I have avoided getting a shower chair. It was that last bit of "normal" I wasn't quite ready to give up, I guess. I fully admitted I needed one and happily used the benches at hotels or friends' houses. I just couldn't bring myself to get one. Until I had to.

With my currently broken/sprained/torn foot and ankle, I told my doctor that showers were officially torture because standing was waaaaay too hard. She stared at me for a moment before asking why I don't have a shower chair.... I didn't have a good answer so she thought it was money related, but I mentioned they were only about $30. Making it obvious I just didn't get one.

Then I told just the right friend when she asked how I was doing; she had a chair I could borrow for a while.. get me through this injury and hopefully convince my stubborn brain that this is best for me.

Well... a few weeks later and I'm convinced. I no longer dread taking a shower or wonder if I should just sit down in the tub or negotiate with my hip before, during, or after.

Still can't say I'm happy about it though, it feels too much like giving up. Just like when I got the crutches, which I still consider a necessary evil, I still wonder if I was right to get them. But also if I was right to wait so long. To wonder what damage I could have caused or saved. To admit that less stubborn voice in my head was right, after all.

That voice that apparently knows what's best for me, but has to give me time to accept it. Wether I like it or not!