I hinted at this some posts ago but maybe there DOES come a time when we have to start acting our age, even if we don’t feel it. In my case it has taken a pretty severe road accident to bring that home to me and I thank all the deities that I survived it to come to this decision.
When I start doing a role-call of body parts, there are quite a few missing and some of the remaining ones are wonky in the extreme. So far in my life I have carried on as if I were unbreakable (despite lots of evidence to the contrary). I’m not accident prone, I’m a disaster magnet. I suppose riding horses, windsurfing, racing dinghies and other interests have contributed. Being born with bits of me already wonky didn’t help.
The doctors have decided that, given my mental health state and yet another bang on the bonce (despite wearing a helmet) which caused severe concussion, I must lose my driving license for at least six months or until I have passed a medical. Given that I was in a medically induced coma for (I’m told) two weeks, that seems fair.
I have a cross stitch framed on the wall saying “Every day is a new beginning” and I believe that. So I will be doing less dangerous but more interesting things with my time. Quite sure that I can find engrossing pastimes. I shall not, for the sake of the neighbours, be learning the bagpipes but will be slightly kinder to my body. It is already complaining that it is a great grandmother and should not be expected to do some of the antics already.
I may even find more time to write if my brain, hands and memory can form a co-operative and work together. I have no intention of reaching the crematorium in wonderful nick – it’s too late for that, my body looks like a railway map of Europe but perhaps I’ll slide in more gently rather than gun my motorbike up to the grave screaming “wooohooo what a ride!”
Badger is 75 and not up to nursing me. If I fall over he can’t pick me up. Time to slow down physically … but the mind will still be going frantic!!!