Obi the Robot Eater
Hello Lovelies! I've just come from lunch, and it was simple and enjoyable, though there was a time when it was not. Right after brain surgery after brain surgery, lifting utensils to feed myself was impossible, let alone holding or loading up a plate with food. So life was one frustration after another, waiting to be fed when I was hungry, settling for more or less than I felt capable of eating because whoever fed me (usually my mother, sometimes a nurse) didn't think I'd want as much as I did, or thought they'd already given me more than I wanted. Something like this baby would really have come in handy! To this day I very rarely relinquish control of my plate, even if I have to be extra careful balancing it on my walker as I go around a buffet table or whatever. It's a small price to pay for enough green beans to suit me! Not to mention that often times, even if I expressly say, "I'll take a little of everything," I end up with less. Who makes thes...