ROBOMOM vs One-Foot Dance of DOOOOMMMM!

ROBOMOM was well on the way back to being Mom.  The mobility enhancement technology (MET) had been set aside for a day.  She was able to pass herself off as not mechanical in anyway, just with an odd limp that she would explain away with an all-knowing look and nod my direction.  As if I would give her my limp.  That is my limp caused by Shaun White.

I digress.  Aside from rude elderly people in the veg aisle, ROBOMOM was navigating life and stores pretty well and with a minimum of complaints.  In fact, most of her complaints were about the mobility enhancement technology.  Seems that mobility enhancement technology and breast enhancement and support technology (BEST) are not compatible.  No plug and play between the MET and BEST. The MET was in fact causing her BEST to irritate her.  Combined with the MET not being the most ergonomically designed devices ROBOMOM was discovering soreness where she was not normally sore.

All of ROBOMOM’s navigation and progress came to a screeching halt this morning when ROBOMOM’s daughter against instructions began her one-foot dance.  This “dance” consists of her hoping around on one foot, waving her arms and then trying to hop to the other foot.  This dance never ends well.  NEVER.  Each and every time she has fallen.  Usually on something that is breakable, somewhat breakable, not fall downonable or otherwise inconvenient to everyone but her.  Both of us have asked her and told her to stop doing the dance.

Alas, for ROBOMOM, her daughter did not listen.  One foot, arms waving, she fell upon ROBOMOM’s partially healed ankle.  What was only slightly swollen became very swollen.  What was a quiet morning was shattered by the scream of pain.  What was an easy trip around the store became a labor.  What was supposed to be a day out and about became a day at home.  Sore from the MET, sore from the fall ROBOMOM decided to take the day off, put her foot up…way up as in out of reach of children, animals and even some birds.  Plans we had for the weekend, put on hold until ROBOMOM can navigate at least the veg aisle with the same confidence she did a few days ago.

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