...it turns me into a weeping, whinging, tourettes-suffering wreck!
Nobody likes falling over. Nobody wants to fall over, but I'm so paranoid about it that my whole body tenses up.
A little bit of back history for you- I spent 3 months unable to walk when I was 8 years old. I had poison and fluid in my hip (eventually it was discovered that I have hip dysplasia) and was stuck in bed for what seemed like forever to an 8 year old! I had to learn to walk again.....when there was snow and ice on the ground and I think that's where my paranoia comes from. I don't recall ever falling over but it scared me so much and that fear remains.
My hip dysplasia means that it's painful to walk at the best of times but add a slippery surface into the equation and it's agony.
Every slip of my foot causes immense pain and me to shout out "Fuck! Bugger! Shit!.....errr sugar" The last word for the benefit of my children who hopefully haven't heard me as they're happily running and skidding up the road without a care in the world.
Pushing a buggy makes it harder as the wheels slide all over the place but I use it as the equivalent of a zimmer frame. After dropping Harry off at nursery I left the pushchair behind. What a mistake that was. Walking across the car park on the way home was like a practise run for Dancing On Ice! All I needed was the sparkly sequinned leotard and I'd have impressed the likes of Jason Gardiner to score top marks ;-)
I walked so gingerly that it looked like I'd shat myself and even Hubby's 84 year old Nanna would have overtaken me. Every few minutes I'd have to check that no-one was around to hear the expletives escaping from my mouth!
By the time I arrive home I ache all over. My hips and knees hurt and I collapse into a heap sobbing like a baby because I hurt and I'm so tired.
As beautiful as it is, it can snow as much as it wants when I don't have to go out but while I still have school and nursery runs to do it can bugger off!