Ragtag Daily Prompt #2: Insight


It is a feeling you get somehow. Dropping a cheap flower pot is no big deal, you can buy a new one at the store, but what if you fall and break something. Since becoming a golden oldie, it seems to have become the story of my life. Having MS does not really have a lot to do with it, perhaps you are even more prepared for those little mishaps. The first 50 years of my life were spent in ignorance that what could possibly happen until I broke my first limb. No big deal, it was the left arm around the elbow. Nothing that a couple of hours under the knife, and some steel rods could not mend. I was only in the clinic from the morning to the late afternoon and they sent me home. I got an interesting arm and everyone found it looked good, especially when the stitches came out. I was not so thrilled when I fell on the arm, bent the metal and the doc decided it was time to remove the steel, another little operation, but I got the steel as a souvenir.

And the next one was same arm, this time top half after a fall on the patio in the garden: compound fracture and another interesting scar. This time the metal plate and the 15 screws will not be removed.

So where is the insight, the feeling that something could happen? That is Mr. Swiss priority, especially when I fell in the garden for no apparent reason (MS?) and could not get up. He almost condemned me to house arrest. There was too much happening. I then decided on my electric wheelchair. My insight told me that my walking days were over and this was my solution. A Wheelchair!! that was the reaction of those I knew, but it was the best decision I ever made. I was now free, could wheel around and go places and see things, especially with the camera.

The next episode was this year end of January. It started so harmless, with a shower. I walked to the bedroom, the next room, and my foot seemed to leave my leg behind. I was on the floor dressed as you are dressed when you leave a shower and Mr. Swiss called the ambulance: result a week in hospital after some more steel parts in my leg this time.

My insight now tells me to be careful. Walk with your stick and do not do anything that might cause another accident. This especially since I was sorting some washing at home and lost my balance and was, yes, again on the floor and could not get up. No Mr. Swiss at home, he was shopping, just my oldest son who could not lift me up. My intuition now tells me always have your mobile telephone near. I called the rescue service at the hospital. An ambulance arrived with two very strong handsome men and a lady and together they picked me up and put me in a chair. They checked that nothing more was broken and left. They left just as Mr. Swiss was coming home when he hoped that the ambulance that was leaving was not at our home. Yes, it was. He had insight because he is prepared and was sure I had another one of my little accidents.

I still get these feelings that I might, could, will fall again, but there are not many limbs left to break – at least on the left side. The right side? Who knows.

Ragtag daily Prompt #2: Insight

Ragtag Daily Prompt #1: Redux

Canna and Calla

They returned again after 15 years. I bought the bulbs in the local supermarket and planted them myself: the big leaves belong to my canna and the shoots are the calla. You can even see my climbing rose in the background which has been in the same place for at least ten years.

In Autumn they dwindle, but do not die. Our daily prompt has dwindled and died. My plants are taken to the cellar, away from the snow and ice of the Winter Days. Eventually you see just dried leaves and dry earth. In April it is time to come back to the real world. Did they give up during the Winter, or are they still alive. The dead leaves of the last summer are removed from the pot and we have a desert of dry earth.

They have their first rainy days again outside on the porch. Will they grow again? After a month the first green leaves poke through. Yes they made it, they have returned again. The suspense is over. Where have the flowers gone? They are sitting deep in the bulbs waiting for their entry to the summer world again.

Ragtag Daily Prompt #1: Redux