The Long and Winding Road

I remembered something I forgot to write about that happened to me. Which I’m sure other people will relate to. This is the first time this has happened and it really surprised me.

I went to visit someone and they live on a very busy road.

So after I left the house, I needed to cross the road and the cars were all whizzing about. Coming from a junction, all angles, I tried to cross.

Then all of a sudden it dawned on me. Hit me like a ton of bricks. It was impossible for me to cross over the road.

Walked up and down abit.

Got frustrated.

Wouldn’t ask for help.

So walked soooo out of my way. Same side of road. Further up didn’t help.

Made my way to a coffee shop. Same side. To figure out what to do. As I had to be over the other side to get home. I had planned to walk home.

Got a coffee. Slumped in the chair like a child who had been told the ice cream van had run out of screwballs. Wanted to cry. Seemed so silly, yet so bloody sad.

I wasn’t going to let my plan be spoiled I thought.

Looked at taxi numbers. Got annoyed.

Sipped on my coffee. Looked around. Felt stranded. Such a simple thing to do for most of my life. Cross a busy road. Gone. Just like that.

Got frustrated again, angry, felt vulnerable.

I was only fighting with myself as I don’t usually give in on something. I find a way round it. Remembered traffic lights. That was a ‘I can get out of this and do it’ lightbulb moment.

I walked ages to the traffic lights so I could cross a dual carriageway and then when I finally got to the other side, yippee!

Then another issue arose.

It had got dark. That’s it. Game of Frogger over.

There’s no chance, in the dark, I’m fighting with busy roads. Gave in. Rang a taxi after 1 and a half hours after leaving that house.

Absolutely daft eh?

This may not sound major to those of you who have prize winning eyeballs.

But think about standing near a road. Blurry and you have to cross it. Cars going by. Frightening in all honesty.

Especially if you just realised you can’t do that safely on your own anymore.

Roads are becoming a right problem.

I don’t trust my eyes enough now to be confident that the things I see are there or not.

Recently I was in a shop and I was certain a bloke was in the corner. There wasn’t anyone.

Don’t worry. I know what you’re thinking…

No… I’m not driving anymore. 😉

It’s all to do with that right hand side black blurry smudge. In my peripheral vision. Darkness makes that far worse. Like a blind spot on a car.

The one that’s supposedly not meant to be there as this affects my central vision and ought to be OK.

The one I’m still waiting tests for, which will be obsolete by the time I’ve done.

One day I’ll get the hang of this or maybe finally accept it.