You are wobbly.
People open everything before they hand it to you.
If someone hands you a water bottle they hold the cap and take the bottle back after you take a few sips.
You get asked if you are hungry every 20 minutes (you are not).
When you are hungry no one asks and so you get a little whiny.
You can’t see the food in the kitchen so your caretaker gets to run through 47 options before you decide what you want which requires a trip to the store because it isn’t one of the 178 items available for consumption.
Someone has to help you to the bathroom and your bathroom habits become a hot topic.
For a while you get to drink with a straw. You get excited when it’s a color you like.
You don’t pick up after yourself. Instead you make a pile and wait for someone to come sweep it away.
You get irrationally jealous about what might be happening in another room that you might be missing out on.
The grownups around you start talking about you as if you weren’t there.
Your impatience grows ten fold because you have to wait. For. Everything.
Dealing with your emotions is like walking a tightrope. The slightest wobble sends you into a tear laden panic.
Your concept of time revolves around where you are going next.
All in all, it’s not so bad.
Mobility is over rated. That’s what I keep telling myself and me is always right.