I should drive a car again they all tell me. Of course I should. There is only one of us in the family that drives and that is not me. Of course I know how to drive a car, I passed the test. Even my doctor tells me I can drive. I get support from them all. I forget names of people I know. It can be quite embarrassing when they say “Hello Mrs. Angloswiss” and you answer with a friendly smile “Hello *ç%…” because you cannot remember their name. So how am I supposed to be able to drive a car. although that is something different it seems.
I broke my left leg in January, I have MS which mainly affects the left side of my body, but we have a car with automatic gears and we have right sided gear change, as it is in Switzerland. Even my doctor tells me that I do not need my left foot to drive my car and so I should drive the car again.
Today I had a visit from my physio therapist. She said she needs a new prescription for visiting me, or perhaps I could now come myself. The new prescription would be no problem, but to come myself means taking the car. I am still thinking about it, but I know I must bite into the bitter apple. Yes, I will do it, tomorrow, perhaps the day after. The next time I will drive the car all on my own. After all I do not need to know the name of the physio therapist, I just have to know how to drive the car.