tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post2323306596661077454..comments2023-08-17T21:16:22.761+10:00Comments on Life In A Pink Fibro: Don't bother me, I'm practisingallison taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762529258195877400noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-12593044377310062942010-06-04T03:32:30.697+10:002010-06-04T03:32:30.697+10:00Good on you for driving again. It's awful afte...Good on you for driving again. It's awful after an accident for a good while.Sydney Shop Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05813953421175387706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-17749205157424471972010-06-03T23:30:48.963+10:002010-06-03T23:30:48.963+10:00I reacted that same way after having a car acciden...I reacted that same way after having a car accident. Believe me, it wears off. Just like the effect one gets after barfing: you don't want to eat that food you had right before throwing up, but eventually, you do eat pizza and green ice cream again. mollyMOLLYChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15066029433051846841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-90020823056136924602010-06-03T17:59:02.340+10:002010-06-03T17:59:02.340+10:00I love the sound of your driving instructor! And I...I love the sound of your driving instructor! And I understand exactly where you are coming from. I was in the middle of a four car pile up several years ago and even now certain situations give me jitters.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-22118006191608420032010-06-03T12:46:05.332+10:002010-06-03T12:46:05.332+10:00As a REALLY capable amateur psychologist I would s...As a REALLY capable amateur psychologist I would say you've got a bit of post-traumatic shock kicking in...you poor thing!!! I've only had one minor rear ender with kids in the car and it was dreadful, but nowhere near as traumatic! Take it easy and drive as slow as you want!Libbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05422169384250471413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-23043272092878338852010-06-03T10:43:46.601+10:002010-06-03T10:43:46.601+10:00I think I am at age 42 (yes young i know) becoming...I think I am at age 42 (yes young i know) becoming one of those drivers who prefers to drive at a nice sedate pace.... My son who is on his P's hates being in the car with me.. "muuuuuum the speed limit is 50 not 40"... my reply "yes Josh the maximum speed you are allowed to go is 50.... however, there is no law to say that you cannot travel at a lesser pace if you so wish" And I wish to travel at my leisurely pace very often.... it saves on petrol and allows me to sing along to more of my favourite songs (80's Aussie rock being the best!!!!) on the radio, usually with the radio up and the window down.... the benefit of this is that teenage daughters are embarrassed. So in one short trip I can embarrass my son by being seen to drive at a ridiculously slow speed and can embarrass my daughters even more by being heard to sing..... life is good. Drive however slow you want I say!!!! JoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-91847223952830874942010-06-03T08:44:17.429+10:002010-06-03T08:44:17.429+10:00I don't really feel I should comment on this o...I don't really feel I should comment on this one. Being a massive driving phobic with full blown panic attacks on waiting list for CBT. But I'm so glad you have got back in the saddle so to speak and are driving again. <br /><br />Your paragraph 'I'd look with utter envy...' that is me. In a nutshell. Do you know me? <br /><br />I'm glad you conquered it.alisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09338687691871813019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-60715749465222903872010-06-03T07:22:52.045+10:002010-06-03T07:22:52.045+10:00I am not suprised, after an accident.
It took me ...I am not suprised, after an accident.<br /><br />It took me 8 attempts in two countries to get my licence. I feel your anxieties.....the Captivator has never captivated me....Diminishing Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02072304081006798910noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-4110375971997104032010-06-03T07:15:52.448+10:002010-06-03T07:15:52.448+10:00Al, it is most unfortunate then that the car accid...Al, it is most unfortunate then that the car accident happened to you. Great to hear you are back on the horse.catherine shieldshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10535824774062036043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-14652657628597825752010-06-03T01:36:45.976+10:002010-06-03T01:36:45.976+10:00Oh you poooor thing. I loved having my license and...Oh you poooor thing. I loved having my license and thought I had it down pat until I moved to Paris. Then didn't need a car. And didn't drive for 9 years except for the 3 times I came home to Aussie. Oh - and the 3 times I drove on the freeway at night, shaking and sweating uncontrollably while passing trucks at 130km hour so my husband could get some sleep during the 12 hour drive to his parents.<br />Then I moved to Toulouse and HAD to drive - on the right. In my own car. I tried every excuse not to. But the kids' school was 8 k away and ...too far to walk.<br />5 Year's later I'm wondering if I can still drive on the left... You will most likely see me shaking at home now.<br />Hang in there...Angehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02255310309447767848noreply@blogger.com