One of Ronni’s posts, back in May 2005 set me thinking about those things that I used to do and don’t do any more. I started this post, saved it and thought that I’d deal with it later on.
And then this morning, on my blogging route, I stopped at A Little Red Hen and read Naomi’s post entitled How We’ll Still Need You, How We’ll Still Feed You, When We’re 94. A good question! Getting close to 62, I cannot eternally turn my back and ignore it.
In April 2005, I went to London with my daughter took a bath in the hotel bathtub and found that I couldn’t get out of the bathtub without help. This happened a couple of months after I had gone through radiation therapy when I was still feeling weak and tired. The next day, I didn’t take a bath and washed at the bathroom sink, saving showers and baths for when I’d be home. To comfort me, my daughter said that the bathtub was impossible, and that even she didn’t get out easily.
I have recovered my strength enough to get out of the bath on my own, but it set me thinking about things that were more difficult for me to do now that I am older. For instance, I cannot climb on a stool without leaning on something any more. I guess I am afraid of falling. And I feel embarrassed having to ask someone to do it for me!
I realise that as time goes by, there will be more and more things for which I will have to ask for help and of course, being quite a loner and a self-sufficient woman, I hate the idea. Of course, there are quite a lot of things that I ask help for as it is, like fixing a leak in my toilet flush or putting a nail into my living-room concrete wall, but those things, I can accept. I have never been very good at doing things with my hands and have always either asked or paid for help.
So, how will I manage? I have ruled out retirement homes and living with my daughter, both out of the question, what will be left?
- I took the photo in Trouville. The mirror was part of the façade of some incredibly decayed antique shop, still standing, though 😉