I took this photo from inside the door because I can't be trusted to go out alone….
This is the little path from my front door to the footpath. Note the little "stage" area at the front door – which is sort of useless, as the door opens outwards, so anytime someone stands on there to knock on the door we get to shove them back down the steps when we open the storm door. To let me in and out the manservant stands on the neighbour's side of the little white fence there and holds the door open.
I then go down these first two steps on my crutches then along the path and down another 3 or maybe it's 4 steps. I have no problems going down the steps. But …….
Coming home after work on Monday I had a near fall on the first set from the sidewalk - I lost my balance and my cast leg swung out sideways far enough to pull a muscle in my thigh and my right bicep strained over the top of the crutch to hold onto that white rail.. Adrenaline pumped so hard it gave me a headache!
Tuesday afternoon I had to face the demon steps which had somehow grown in height since the previous afternoon. I got up the first lot even though they were trying to psych me out with their new height but when I got to the second lot near the front door I had a big wobbly and ended up having to put my left foot on the ground to prevent myself going over the side and down a drop into azalea bushes. Yes it hurt!! Quite a lot actually!
So now I have lost some confidence on both sets. When I stand looking front-on at them my mind says there is no way my one good leg can "jump" that high!! Yesterday afternoon I even considered sitting down and coming up on my butt – the only thing that stopped me really was the thought of my good work skirt getting ripped on the cement and that I have 7 more work afternoons to do this and don't think I have 7 "disposable" skirts!
I know this is like having a fall from a horse and getting back on to ride – but I have always been scared of bloody horses and have no desire to ride one.