Wonky
No story, no 'wonky donkey' for me.
I never heard of this story nor do my children. Wonky donkeys are not in our vocabulary the only one who was wonky and at times still is, is me. Not because I was or am drunk but because of many other reasons. Reasons I'm not going to repeat here but have to do with and are the result of my childhood and the years after.
Still, wonky is better than not being able to walk at all since it's part of being independent. If it comes to 'wonky' the interesting thing is even if you are not steady on your feet you can still bicycle or drive a car. Years ago, I read about a person who could not walk but could ride a bicycle very well not like a drunk man. Isn't that fascinating?
So you don't have to be able to walk or keep your balance well in order to ride a bike or drive a car, and that brings perspectives, although it does look strange when you see someone driving well and fast and next stumbling out of a car or falling off a bike.
It reminds me of my friend who passed away. She could walk but was in an electric wheelchair. A heavy chair, even a life-threatening one. You always bumped into the footrests or fell over them, and going up or down a kerb was not easy with that vehicle. When the colossus tipped over, she was lying on the road and lifting such a heavy thing was impossible. If she could not get onto the pavement, she parked it on the road, got out and went into the shop.
She could shuffle through her own adapted home, and she could also stumble into the shop, but walking the entire road was a different story.
Anyone who thinks that a walking stick or a walker is helpful is deceived. Certainly when you are tall or the road surface does not cooperate. For some reason, all medical items needed are made for tiny people. Such a seat on the walking frame or walker is practical though, for those who tire easily (you don't have to be old for that), it is nice to take a rest if you walk a distance.
As the indoor shopping centre in our area removed the benches years ago, this also means fewer customers. I don't go there anymore, most elderly people don't go there anymore and all those people who hate shopping with mother, partner, sister, brother, shopaholic friends going in and out of shops and rather just sit on a bench and wait, you don't see these people any more either.
In shopping centres, you can only enter and leave the shop with a salesperson in your wake. Someone who makes sure you don't steal anything, but who is not around when you have a question about whether a certain product is available. If you need them the salesperson is nowhere to be seen.
Although I thought that things had been going better and better over the last few years and that I don't have to wobble around too much anymore, don't have to use walls for support and my children can leave me alone to do things on my own, things have been going downhill a bit lately.
It's strange because I didn't feel it coming and then suddenly you realise that you haven't suffered from certain ailments for some time if they start again.
The dizziness, for example, made me nauseous and fall. It disappeared for a while but in the meantime, this issue has returned, just like the neck pain and the numb fingers and toes, whereby the numb feeling has now extended to the hands and forearms and feet and legs above the knee. Through it all, I feel the nagging pain in certain joints and my back.
Time will tell how this will turn out and whether, when the weather is better, everything will be better.
A rise in the earth's temperature is not something I immediately dread,I prefer this rather than a second ice age you know, that period in which many animal species and people became extinct (plants just as well) and the earth made a big reset. Strangely enough, mankind survived and I will survive this period too and so does my unsteady way of getting up and walking. To me, this isn't the worse there is. Besides, like the donkey and many animals, I am stubborn. This does not mean that I will go on forever at all costs. I am not willing to live forever and I have had enough experiences to cope with the coming centuries. I saw the bad sides of the ups and the good sides of the downs, something not everyone can say.
Prompt used: wonky
The Wonky Donkey is a children's book, and song written by New Zealander Craig Smith and illustrated by Katz Cowley. The book is based upon a song that Smith wrote in 2005 after hearing the joke "What do you call a donkey with three legs?
The wonky photo you can find HERE
I hope God gives you the strength to get over it all very soon.