I have just discovered I'm a coward.
Funny because I thought I was pretty brave. I've had two babies. That was brave. After all having experienced childbirth, I knew what I was facing the second time round. Squeezing a football out of the top of a pop-bottle comes to mind. Blinding pain, one minute on, one minute off, for 6 hours. And drugs, pah. Dimorphine/heroin? It was like brushing a nail file over a nine inch nail of pain. It had little effect on me and I wonder what the heck all the is fuss about.
I've been in the wild with black bears. Had horses bolt on me, had horses lie down and try to roll on me. I've flown around the world, pregnant and with small kids. Traveled through Singapore Airport at the height of the SARS scare. I've swum on the Great Barrier Reef knowing sharks were around because we'd seen them earlier when we'd been in the submersible. Taken boat trips on crocodile infested waters. I've changed a flat tire on the M6 motorway. I've been in a helicopter with a depressed and slightly mad pilot. I've been at the top of the CN-tower and the Eiffel tower and never blinked. And I live in a place where temperature extreme is about as fierce as it can be.
But I couldn't climb up a ladder yesterday. LOL.
DH is changing our guttering and needed help, but I couldn't get past the sixth or seventh rung.
I'm a coward, sorry :(