My phobias (well, two of them!) (Aine and others will know my little confessional!)
There might be lots of things which don't 'faze' me (sp?) about caring, but say mum had a spider or a wasp crawling up her arm I would be a quivering wreck.. and if one was on mine I'd expect her to be 'mum' (as she was) and come rescue me!!!
Hey, I did a lift! (Yet another phobia!) It really is that great 'you surprise yourself' when you have to rise to certain situation.... never liked lifts, don't much care for stairs when I have to look down.... claustrophobic, scared of heights, all round pretty pathetic really.
Mum has to get to a second floor hospital ward. She can't do stairs. I can't do lifts. I can't do wheelchairs up or down stairs(!)
. I have to do lift. I did it! I did it! Nearly in a faint when I got to the unit - nurses more concerned about me than mum for a while... in fact, if there had been a spare bed, might have admitted me too..... had I been trapped inside a lift with a wasp I might not be out now to tell the tale!