Andy doesn’t want me to fall! Who’d give him “scritches” and Greenies?
Here’s what I must cross to get to my car…at night!
This is how much darkness envelopes my world a bit after 4:00 AM when I leave for dialysis. The view is from my car driver’s seat, looking toward the streetlight on the next lane over. There isn’t a lighted streetlight on my end of the lane, though there is a streetlight next to my parking pad: it’s turned off for some reason!
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I wear a jogger’s LED light headband, now, because I had a fall back on the 30th of December when my oxygen tank airline tangled with my walker wheels when I was putting my walker in my car.
The poor lighting conditions contributed to what could have been a serious situation. I landed on the walker pouch. Fortunately, there was a heavy neck pillow in it or I would have landed on my knees on concrete. Broken concrete, of course…!
My head bumped onto the side of the seat inside my car. A bit to the right, and I would have hit my head against the side of the car. That would have been wonderful! Knocked out, stretched out on the parking pad in subzero weather till I froze to death or “just” suffered frostbite…!
I took the two night photos yesterday when I was going to dialysis.
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On a “it’s-funny-now-but-not-then” note, I recently accidentally hit the panic button on my car key fob. It is really dark just outside my front door at night and I hadn’t turned on the LED light headband yet. In the dark, I couldn’t find the panic button to turn it off.
(For those who don’t drive, the panic button is a safety feature on the car key fob. If a bad guy tries to assault you, you hit it, and your car horn loudly goes ~honk!honk!honk! ~ till you scare the bad guy away.)
I made my way as fast as an old guy on a walker can possibly, safely move to a slightly more lit spot, finally located the panic button, and ended the noise.
I hoped my new neighbor wasn’t awakened by the din, but…!
Later, my neighbor who shares the parking pad was coming out of his apartment when I was getting out of my car. I apologized for the noise. Amazingly, he hadn’t heard the racket, so we had a nice chat instead.
This is how I met my new neighbor, Bret.