Okay, friends—this post is one part confession, one part celebration. The confession? I now require a rollator to walk safely. Hopefully, it is just temporary. The celebration? She’s got personality. And she needs a name. If I’m going to roll through life a little off-kilter, I might as well do it with style, humor, and a trusty sidekick by my side.
The Wheels of Change
The first time I used the rollator, I felt awkward and clunky—like I’d accidentally walked onto the set of a medical drama. My legs, thanks to GBS and CIDP, aren’t exactly doing the heavy lifting these days. Numbness, weakness, and general rebellion from the thighs down have turned a simple stroll into a high-stakes event. So, enter the rollator: not just a mobility aid, but a steady companion for unsteady grace.
And you know what? She’s grown on me. She’s sleek, she’s sassy, and she’s a cheerful shade of navy blue—like a Smurf with a driver’s license.
Naming My Not-So-Stealthy Sidekick
If I’m going to walk around with a set of wheels, I may as well treat it like the diva she is. And divas need names. Serious contenders so far:
- Bluey McRollface (because the internet has taught us that every naming process deserves chaos)
- The Rolling Duchess (for when I’m feeling extra regal)
- Sapphire Sass (she’s classy and snarky)
- The Stumble Coach (honest advertising)
- Walker, Texas Swagger (she doesn’t chase bad guys, but she is bad news for door thresholds)
Naming her made something shift in me—something light. It’s easier to laugh at the weirdness of all this when you’re doing it with a friend. Even if that friend is made of aluminum and comes with a built-in seat.
Joy on Wheels
The best part? I no longer dread using her. Now, when I grab my rollator, I smile a little. Sometimes I even talk to her (quietly — John doesn’t need to know that, LOL). I’m happy to let Bluey stretch her wheels and exercise my feet and legs in the process.
It’s a reminder that I can take something heavy—like losing mobility—and paint it with a bit of humor and a lot of heart. Maybe it’s grace. Maybe it’s grit. Maybe it’s just a woman and her shiny blue battle buddy, rolling through life together.
