Yes I am driving again. OK, I have driving the vacuum cleaner for 50 years now at home and everything is under control, but…….
At the age of 38 I took my driving test, in a foreign language (Switzerland, although I am a Brit). I passed after having 92 lessons. I know it is not brilliant, but some have gas in the veins and arteries instead of blood and I am not one of them. The main thing is that I passed the test the first time I took it.
That was many years ago and I drove to work and back for 30 years progressing from a little Fiat to a big Volvo, just imagine. I never really enjoyed driving a car but it was necessary. As time progressed Mr. Swiss and I were both retired and he took over the driving. Now and again I had to drive to make sure I still could. We now had an automatic drive which suited me.
As said I never really enjoyed driving and eventually it might be a year since I sat at the steering wheel and I absolutely do not like driving with Mr. Swiss sitting in the car. Perhaps other women know what I am talking about.
In the meanwhile I was diagnosed with MS, but my neurologist and doctor both supported me to keep my driving licence, although I was thinking about giving up. However, it was said you never know if it might be important.
And today it is. Mr. Swiss has his age problems, especially with mobility. Now I have to do the shopping on my own with the car. After two weeks of driving to and fro the supermarket, I am back in the routine. This morning I happened to meet my driving instructor in the supermarket (naturally also now retired) and we had a little talk. He knew I was driving again and reminded me that he also said I should never stop as one day it would be necessary. I told him thank goodness there is a speed limit on almost all the roads I drive from our village to the store of only 30 kph, which suits me. He was quite amused. It was then I realised that for the first time in my life I enjoy driving. I now have to go places on my own and I have rediscovered freedom.
Sometimes it can get a little complicated when all three available parking spaces for handicapped are occupied, but this problem can also be overcome. Just find a place as near as possible to the shopping trolleys as I need them for support and people are helpful. In the store the assistants, most of who know me, are patient when I pack my bags, or help with various little problems I might have to lift heavy stuff like bottles of mineral water or cola.
I am getting there again, and now I am not just driving people mad, but actually driving a car.