At one point or another, we all have to find a way of dealing with health and aging.
On Thursday, I drove about a mile to pick up a meal. I should have stayed with drive-thru eateries.
I had been sharing a couple of meals a week with Steve. But he hasn’t been around much. He has a girlfriend now so naturally he spends a lot of his time with her.
Anyway, I stood about 4-5 minutes at the cash register just inside the door of this restaurant. I chastised myself for even attempting this, as I was in pain the whole time.
Finally, I the woman handed me the food and I inched along to my car. Suddenly I realized that I didn’t have my wallet. Did I leave it inside?
I sat in my car and stared at the amount of space I’d have to walk to go back inside. It was probably about 10-12 feet. But I truly didn’t know if I could make it.
I opened my car door and there was my bright red wallet on the asphalt. Thank goodness for small miracles!
My Parking Space:
I drove home, and when I was pulling into my parking space, I crashed the front fender into a pole. Again.
You may recall I did this when I first moved in. Missing those 3 darned poles next to my allotted car space has taken real skill. There are no closer parking spaces to rent, so I’m stuck with that one.
When I’m hurting I find it hard to concentrate. I must have misjudged the distance.
I got out and looked and yes, I had damaged the fender. I’d already damaged it once crashing into the poles, so it didn’t take much to really mess it up.
It was one of those occasions when you just want to plop down right where you are and have a good cry.
Do I Even Need To Be Driving?
I’m considering getting rid of my car. It’s 17 years old. It has 57,000 miles on it and has always been a great car. But mostly it’s just sitting there. I rent the parking space for $20 per month.
I’ve tried to strategize ways to get back and forth to my apartment.
If I took the walker to the parking lot, I’d still have to lift it into the car. So that won’t work.
Besides, that won’t stop the pain because I’d still be walking on it.
There is no bus near here, so that’s out. Besides, I couldn’t walk to it anyway.
Getting from my apartment to the parking lot is just farther than I can manage right now. So even if I had someone to drive me, I would still have to get to the parking lot.
Looking Online At Power Scooters:
Once again I began looking online at power scooters. Even though I had the pathway built just before I had ankle surgery last June, it is still not easy for me to navigate due to tree roots.
Besides, if I walk out the patio door, I’m even farther from the parking lot where my car is.
The knee scooter I get around on doesn’t work well getting around this apartment complex. Everyone here loves all the trees, but that has caused a real problem in terms of sidewalks and tree roots.
I tried taking my scooter to the office recently to sign my new lease. But it was not easy and I was worn out by the time I got there. They had to call a maintenance man to walk alongside me to see that I got to my apartment without incident.
If I had a power scooter, maybe I could at least navigate this property a little better. Do you think a heavy power scooter could get over the sidewalk’s root problems better than my knee scooter?
I feel like things are going backward instead of forward. Going backward is depressing.
Just getting to the trash receptacle is a problem. Have I just not given my ankle enough time? It’s been 6 months.
When Greg is here for PT, he always offers to take out my trash. He’s such a nice man.
Steve hasn’t been around much. He has a girlfriend he met at church. He also now has COVID, and so does she. He’s a social person and always wants to be around people.
But COVID and all its variants is still with us.
Pain Receptor Problems:
Greg tells me my pain receptors are out of whack. I’m not quite sure what that means.
At this point he says he’s not sure what to do. He said he hesitates having me do anything new because I slip backward so easily. So we inch along.
Yesterday I said to him: “After the ankle surgeries in 2012 and 2014, at least I managed to walk without too much pain.”
He said: “But this surgery was different.” There was unfortunately more damage this time around.
And what I know but he didn’t say: I’m 8 years older than I was then.
Age complicates things for all of us at one point or another.
As seniors, many of us face our independence taking a nose dive at one time or another. Health and aging complicate our lives.
We often don’t choose our battles. They choose us.
“Try not to react merely in the moment. Pull back from the situation. Take a wider view. Compose yourself.”
I suppose this is always true: It’s not the problem itself as much as figuring out a way to deal with it.