One Handed Life
It’s been interesting few days since my left hand went out of commission.
The day of the accident and the day after were a big blur, combination of pain, exhaustion, not used to not able to use one hand, and not used to having to keep an area in front of my chest untouchable. It was a bit funny that I randomly go ouch…ahhhhh… and it seems the more I want to avoid touching my hurt hand, the more my good hand want to tease the hurt one.
Day 3 I learned to put my hair up in a bun with one hand, change clothing with one hand. Believe it or not, it’s not that easy when your elbow is fixed at 90 degrees and you want to try to avoid any contact between the t-shirt and the whole forearm. Here is another one, try put on a bra…haha, I did it, sort of, well, not correctly but no one would tell. I managed to blog with 1 hand, feeling funny because my fingers just doesn’t seem to be able to remotely keep up with my mind, and I have to take pauses and try to remember what I wanted to type.
Now I literally can’t do anything, and no need to worry about doing anything. I tried to look at the bright side and got excited about the “me time” and do some selfish things, just to make myself happy… First thing I thought about was to take some arts and crafts classes at Joanne’s… yeah right…ha ha, I forgot I kinda needed my left hand too!
Guess I can still take my time and do some household chores with one hand. At the end of the day, there are plenty calls I need to take and things I needed to sort out.
Going in for surgery tomorrow, then I will have metal inside of my wrist! Another first for me š smile on, things could be a lot worse, be grateful for what I have today š
Oh no! Please let me know if you need anything at all. Love, Sarah
Thank you Sarah!