Often things are not as simple as they seem. This photo was taken in 2015, when I was still young and lovely and all the things that happened since had not happened. I was still driving a car, but I was never really the born driver. Some enjoy driving, they have gas flowing through their body and not blood. I was one of those that preferred the natural state of the physical shape. My dad was employed by Ford Car manufacturs in London, as a factory worker. He could buy a Ford car with a special rebate: the problem being that dad never took a driving test because our family could not afford to run a car in any case. Living in London was no big problem, you had busses and subway trains and the roads were mostly congested in any case. What you do not have you do not miss.
Tempo passati and I had a family but could still not drive a car. We had a family car which Mr. Swiss drove, so I was dependent on Mr. Swiss as my chauffeur. One day I took the plunge, took the driving test (after about 90 driving lessons) and even passed first time which was something we were all suprised about. Driving did not come simple to me. I could change gears, drive backwards and forwards and even brake when necessary and even managed to park the car, although perhaps I needed longer than most people. Balance had always been a problem, even with walking, and even my driving instructor found it was astonishing that I had problems with steering the car. Somehow the human body manages to compensate, but this was definitely the reason why I had over 90 driving lessons.
So I did it, I had a licence to
kill drive and I drove for many years. I eventually progressed to automatic gear change which I found much easier. I was even driving a Volvo 960 for a few years. When I stopped working, I no longer drove so much and let Mr. Swiss get on with it.I still drove now and again if I had to go to town. As time progressed I drove less and less and last year things began to go downhill with me. I was having stupid accidents, kept falling and it was noticed that my walking was more to be compared to a candidate for the Ministry of Silly walks. Many hospital examinations later, the result arrived that I had MS and had probably had MS for many years, which was the reason for my blance problems. At the same time my father passed away, but I managed to make the journey to London on my own. Travelling with a cane as support helps. Today I know I could no longer do such a journey on my own. I manage OK at home, no problem but I need support when outdoors. However,being allowed to drive a car is always an advantage.
I should not be here at the moment, but at my doctors having a mental test to prove that I am still capable of driving a car at the age of 70 – it is law in Switzerland, but I am at home writing a blog all about it. Things change and now it seems the neurologist must make the decision whether I can still drive. There have been a few bad accidents, involving drivers with MS. I now have to be examined by my nurologist and have his approval. I have an appointment in a couple of weeks. I do not enjoy driving, never really did and now I have to face the facts. Shall I give up my driving licence volumtarily or await the doctors opinion.
I will probably do both. After a talk with the specialist I will hand in my driving licence in any case. Mr. Swiss has no driving problems. If we make long journeys, we prefer taking the train. We have a very good system in Switzerland, so my driving days are now over in the foreseeable future. It was simple while it lasted.