FREE OF THE BARS-SORTA

The time had come to graduate from the constraints of “the BARS” . Bob and I had made a pact; we didn’t tell anyone about the monumental “step” Bob was about to undertake. We had hoped that this decision would limit the audience to ZERO……
We did the usual grunting and groaning during the whole “brace-application ceremony” (actually, I grunted-He groaned). The follow-through on the bars was flawless, from the stretch to the ambulation. PERFECT HE WAS GOING TO BE A BANNER DAY!
Bob took a few extra turns about the bars, just to assure that he was ready and signaled. I, the ever obedient one, brought his Lofstrands and one at a time got them on his wrists.
For those of you unfamiliar with Lofstrands, they are crutches that instead of the arm-pit annihilators, they have wrist cuffs. Instead of aligning with the sides of your body, the Lofstrands are placed in front and to the sides. I am not sure that they don’t just exchange one pain from another, but the calluses formed on the palm of your had are much easier to deal with than the ones in your arm-pits.
From my experience, neither one is desirable but handy if you need them, but I digress.
Bob was still a bit unsteady, so I had him by the waistband of his jeans and held on while he steadied himself. Go figure, a wedgie builds self-confidence: Who knew?