Getting back on track is challenging.
Okay – that’s an understatement.
My days sometimes revolve around the bath, shower, a doctor’s appointment, or what we’re going to eat and when. With floaties in hand (or across chest to protect it from the seatbelt), I’ve started joining Paul on the grocery run. The movement as we’re driving in the car isn’t as ‘violent’ as it was a few weeks ago. Getting in and out of the car still requires a fair bit of effort and it seems after a few months in the wilderness, I’ve become quite the nervous shopper. (Yes, me!)
You see handbags on shoulders tend to be just at the height of my chest, trolleys can be bumped in my direction, things can fall off shelves and it’s amazing how many children bowl through the aisles without consideration for others. Wanting to scream at them is one thing, but I have on occasion found myself contemplating sticking out my leg to trip them up. Not nice – but it would at least slow them down!
Dr D has also given me the okay to drive. How exciting and terrifying at the same time. I ignore the nerves, telling myself ‘you do it every day’. I still feel quite weak and haven’t been in control of a vehicle for months, it’s daunting to say the least. The floatie is as important as buckling up. I start with 5-10 minute runs along familiar routes, avoid reverse and parallel parking wherever possible and have to remember once I’ve made it to my destination – I need an energy reserve to make it home. Okay – the confidence has taken a hit, but I’m the only one who can ensure it returns. I try for a little outing each day.
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