Brent thinks I am too uptight. I get worked up about small things around the house like kids not showering, bedtimes, messy house, outfits matching . . . all kinds of stuff that I "need to chill about" and we'd all be a lot happier. But when he's driving, he has to admit he's the one that is uptight. A light cannot turn red in front of him without him making a huge deal. He can be so upset up by the time we've driven 10 minutes and all because his timing has been bad and the whole world (5 RED LIGHTS) seems to be against him.
I think we all hate red lights. But since living with right leg sciatica now for months I too find that a red light can make all the difference. Nothing literally IRRITATES MY NERVES like going back and forth from the gas to the pedal 30 plus times on the way to the piano lessons. Giving up driving isn't a feasible solution and so far Brent has yet to install hand controls in my car. His Dad had MS and had his vehicle specially modified to include hand controls so he could cruise around Basin City without a single lift of the leg.
In the meantime I'm learning to deal by experimenting with left leg driving. My reaction time is slower and I've warned the whole family that until I get the hang of this I may be an accident waiting to happen. Savannah just said, "Make sure you drive the Buick then!"
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