A tradesman reminded me how tedious it is being stuck indoors. It reinforced Emily’s independence after SCI as she left the house to catch a wheelchair accessible bus (M30) to Sydney University leaving me behind.
Recently I was rear ended in my car! I was minding my own business, slowing behind a vehicle that was indicating to turn right when that screech of braking wheels makes your shoulders rise in anticipation of the thump, a glance in the rear view mirror confirmed a Masda was in my truck.
I thought I was normal but this week I found out I am not. I undertook an impromptu shopping mall health scan in-between the salad and diary aisle. Apparently my left leg is shorter than my right leg, my right shoulder higher than my left, I have some spinal scoliosis that a banana would be proud to display. I returned home to disclose these details to my family while I unpacked our groceries. It is a wonder that I manage in my crooked skeleton? But manage I do and I actually feel very well contrary to reports dwelling on my short left leg.
The more I learn of the human body the more it amazes me. Human differences are infinitesimal; the range of eye, skin and hair colour. We are a wide range of short to tall, thin to fat, hairy to bald, healthy to not so healthy individuals. We live transient lives shifting in-between fitness and flu, losing hair and gaining weight, getting our teeth filled, our hair cut and our spectacles re-viewed. We are constantly altering and aging.
The fact is we are all individual, we suffer with short left legs, grumbling appendix and irritable bowels, we have cold sores and heat stroke. We have tennis elbow, gardeners knee, cauliflower ears and dogs breath. In days gone-by I would have been totally unaware that I was unfortunately walking around with a short left leg! When I consider the range and variations of normal within the human race it amazes me that people still stare at wheelchairs? I am definitely more odd than Emily but the wheelchair still draws a crowd.
As a carer I naturally worry, there are many issues that need my attention and I can even imagine I’m indispensable. How can I readjust my thoughts so that I am calm, focused on the important stuff and open to spontaneous worry-free adventures.
I have an issue with my local possums….. I hold the view that native planting should be encouraged so I took a tough approach to our garden and I didn’t water the plants regularly, I thought Australian natives liked drought conditions? I confidently announced to my family that if a plant couldn’t survive in the garden then it was the wrong choice for the aspect. My declaration soured as the hedge promptly died, not just one clump the whole hedge.
2 years ago the phone rang and I was told the devastating news no mother wants to hear, my daughter was paralyzed. I woke up today thinking about the surgeon’s words in 2012 but they are so hard to recall because our family has moved on. We are not the people we were then, we have lost, grieved, readjusted and rehabilitated.
I was going to write about Christmas and New Year with family and friends. I was going to write about The Hunter Valley retreat, about caring away from home but that all paled into insignificance as Emily readied herself for her first day back at University.