Me and Gemma love going to Blackpool. People don’t understand the attraction – unless they went as a child…
We went last weekend and it was the first time of going with my stick……
The place we both love to go is the pleasure beach. This was our second visit since dementia struck and on the first visit it was me saying:
‘ let’s go on this roller coaster, let’s go on that ride….’
So it came as no surprise that it was the same again this time except I had my stick with me ………….what on earth do you do with a stick when you want to go on a roller coasterly type of ride? Well………we went to the first ride; an innocent looking mouse that seats 2 people…….we knew it went fast and we knew it was bumpy……it got to our turn and the young man on the ride looked at me and hesitated before saying:
“Errrrrrrm, you’ll have to leave your stick with me…….’
“Okey doke!’ I said😊
The ride was more manic than either of us expected – innocent it looked and innocent it certainly wasn’t……..I sat behind Gemma – mainly so I’d be anchored in! But then we spun round a corner and I whacked my nose on her back😳
I envisaged, for a split second, climbing out at the end with my nose pouring blood and asking for my stick back😂………luckily it was just bruised.
I didn’t mention the throbbing pain in the middle of my face to Gemma as I thought she might ban me from further rides……..so we then went on the roller coaster, only this time the man didn’t see my stick so it came with me, securely strapped in with the seat belt around us……
The looks we got each time were priceless. It was when we were having a breather that I mentioned the bruise on my nose……and it wasn’t until I took off my glasses that you could see the bruise developing………we then went bowling as it seemed a safer option to Gemma.
However, we then had an hour before we had to leave so I persuaded Gemma that all was well with my nose and that the steeplechase beckoned🙄 a ride where you sit on a horse and are thrown about round a track, up, down round and round at an alarming rate………..
And just one more ride on the roller coaster before we went…….
‘You don’t have to go on if you don’t want to mum’…………..ha! So off we trotted for our last stomach churning ride on the roller coaster ………
It wasn’t until the following morning, when I couldn’t help wondering why the sides of my knees and legs hurt………until I looked and saw all the bruises from having been thrown about from side to side on all the rides……they say that if you have lots of ‘padding’ on your body, that you’re better protected…..now I understand why…….😂😂
As Gemma said, once we were safely put of reach of any more rides . it’s a good example of not getting rid of all the risks when you have dementia and other people not ‘letting’ you take risks….
Life doesn’t have to be dull and risk free just because you have dementia…..