Struggling to find a heading for this post that doesn’t immediately stick out as my being totally out of touch with others’ reality.
It all started when I went for a check-up with my doctor the other day. I have had a very bad cough for about 5 weeks now – not COVID – and went to see if there was anything that could be done. It seems it is just something that I will have to wait for it to pass.
Anyway, I don’t know how we got onto the subject – and I later regretted that I had – but I mentioned that Ade had helped me get up to the raised garden to tie up a climbing rose. So, I told how Ade held the ladder so that I could climb up safely and came up on the garden with me to help. I think perhaps I had mentioned that I had had some anxiety at times and this was one of those times among a few other things that had made me anxious.
The next thing the Doctor was giving me a very firm ‘Do not in any circumstance get on a ladder again!’ Much as I argued I was careful, Ade was watching out for me and I wouldn’t do it if I was on my own, he was adamant that there was a ‘no go zone’ as far as climbing ladders was concerned. He then seemed to infer that perhaps I lacked insight as to the risks inherent in my climbing a ladder, or even for that matter a small step stool. Nothing above ground level basically!
A difficult pill to swallow for sure. As someone who has always been fiercely independent, it wasn’t the best thing to hear. However, to save everyone worry I have agreed not to get on the ladder again.
I mentioned my e-bike and he stopped short of telling me not to ride it, but I don’t think he was best pleased. The most he seemed able to concede was that it was OK – but probably marginally so – as long as I didn’t go it alone. Not sure that is going to be easy because it’s something I do like to do on my own.
I accept not getting up steps or ladders.
But.
Not so sure about giving up solo bike rides….