Robot – Emotional support – Miniature riding horse
From Sep. 12, 2019 to Jan. 29, 2020, I had Maggie to ride.
Maggie is an Airwheel S8.
Like a bicycle seat on a post on a hoverboard. ‘Maggie’ for the magnesium alloy she is made of. Maggie is black.
When I rode her, all it took was a tiny shift in my center of gravity to zoom off in all directions.
She is broken – I hit a curb.
My entire life changed when she became part of it, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to get her fixed (she’s Chinese, from somewhere near Wuhan). I’m back to dragging myself around with a walker; because I have ME/CFS, and little energy, it is literally dragging myself.
Some day I will need a scooter or a wheelchair, but not yet.
Meanwhile, I mourn. I don’t know when I’ll get another, or Maggie fixed.
I am SO glad I have had her. She was my 70th birthday present to myself, and the bigger gift was that I could ride her, and will never have the regret that I didn’t try.