This week, a health and safety tip from the front line of being a carer. I was at the top of the stairs with scissors in one hand. As I closed the cupboard door, a slight step back destroyed my balance.
I hovered at the edge of the precipice, pondering what to do. You know how it is. There's a split-second in which to act, yet there's always half an hour of slo-mo dread in which to ponder many things.
There was no point in grasping the cupboard door handle for safety. The handle is passive - just a loop. Pull and the door opens. Push and the door closes.
The bannister was an option, only if I threw the scissors away. Luckily, I regained my balance. Facing away from the top of the stairs, I had nothing to lose in dropping the scissors or even in throwing them.
I didn't need to throw scissors. But my plan was to throw scissors. If you have a choice of saving yourself or saving the thing you are carrying, some crazy instinct makes you ponder saving the thing you are carrying.
Better, perhaps, to save yourself. I was prepared to throw the scissors to save myself. The same would be true of a vase. That's because I'm not a vase person.
I'd probably try to save cake.
No, I jest. There's no probably try to about it.
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