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 these judgement calls?

The moral of the story is that even those who can't feed themselves should be able to choose for themselves. And no one should deny them that right-- even a robot. That's why Obi is great; you can always ask for refills!