It was, fuzzy, but when you walk onto a construction site, aided by 2 walking poles to make sure you don't have a fall and generate a RIDDOR report, the site manager, who has an HSE responsibility, not surprisingly gets a bit concerned about giving you an induction and letting you onto his site so that you can work out how to solve his problem. Not unreasonably, he wants to know if there's anyone else in the company can solve his problem, without giving him an HSE risk.
Then, your own employer tells you that you can no longer travel abroad on your own in case you have a fall, and then sue them because they didn't take good care of you.
I see the employer's problem. I didn't like it, but we live in a litigious age where me doing something that results in my injury can be spun as my employer's fault.
So I called it a day. I'd worked from the Caribbean to Mauritius, from Norway to Nigeria and many of the countries in between. I'd been invited to leave a farmer's land at the end of a shotgun (the M40!) and witnessed armed guards protecting me in Nigeria beating up some poor local who got too close in his car (twice!!). I had the run of southern Iceland for a weekend in a car given to me, and lived in more fly-blown flats in out-of-the-way 3rd world towns than was probably good for me. I was scalded when a cheapo Chinese kettle melted in the Sinai and dumped boiling water over my arm, and collapsed on a filthy pharmacy floor in El Tor (Sinai) when a local 'nurse' couldn't find a suitable vein to give me an antibiotic injection - she was working on a trial and error basis with my arm as a pincushion.
But I got the most satisfaction from seeing younger colleagues grow into intelligent, pragmatic and practical geo-engineers, quick at practical problem solving, and good at giving our clients the sound advice they needed, even if they didn't like what they were being told.
It was a great 40 year career, and I miss it like (fill in your own simile....)