I try to be a rather optimistic person. So when we planned on my being out of the office for a week we figured I would be able to drive somewhat after that… Lisa’s husband had a complete ankle reconstruction three weeks ago and is driving happily with his left foot.  Heck, I should be able to also… WRONG!

 I am right handed, right footed and well, right side everything.  To think I could drive with my left foot is so laughable.  Darlin’ I can’t even brush my teeth with my left hand.. Keep jabbing my cheek and whacking my gums with the toothbrush. Brushing my hair?  I’d poke an eye out.

On Sunday, I decided to take my husbands car down the quarter mile to the end of my driveway to get my newspaper.  It would have been a better decision to hobble myself down the driveway…

I got myself into the car and got my walking boot situated out of the way.  Started the car, put it in reverse… ZOOM! Whoa! What made it go so fast!  Hey? Is it my foot stomping on the gas?  I didn’t even feel is press down.  ERRRCH! When did it move to the brake!  At this point my daughter very wisely pointed out that seatbelts are a fabulous thing.  “Smarty-pants. Are you saying you don’t trust mommy’s driving??” “ In a word, no.” All this sarcasm from a three year old.   What have I created?   “Well, sit back and hold on this is going to be an adventure.” “ No kidding…”   ( I kid you not she actually said this)

Again we tried to go forward.. Gravel spraying and seatbelts proving their worth.  So I decided to use the crawl of the car while idling to inch down the road and focus on stopping slowly.  By the time it was all said and done.  No animals or humans were hurt and we got the paper.  My father declined to have me pick him up for dinner and while snickering said he would wait for Lisa.  When we called Lisa, her laughing was so hard she almost hurt herself.  She said “ I’ll be there at 8:30 tomorrow morning”   

Lisa is a fabulous chauffeur…