Adjusting to only using my right hand has been interesting. Doorknobs have been the worst! Eating a sandwich one-handed can be a challenge also. Hooking one's brassiere, and pulling on or off clothes, is almost a comedy.
I am thankful for all of the assistance that I've received from The Hubby especially, and coworkers, and family members. Everyone has bolstered my emotions, when I was frustrated, feeling blue, or when I tried to do too much! Turns out, many folks have similar stories to mine, about their hand or fingers, a toe or ankle, knees, elbows, shoulders, etc. Knowing that I am in such company, I feel slightly less squirmy…and I vow to face the un-pinning with good humor!
And, you know how to play with a wand cat toy?
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| Manny and I played 'catch the ribbon', while he luxuriated in a commonly seen box! |
I had a Neko Flies toy in my right hand, for Chili Bruce, and the tie-died fabric wand toy stuck into my splint and bandages for Manny! It worked!
P.S. I corrected my post from yesterday. I came across Chuck's photo from a year ago, and he looked so handsome! I miss him, and am joyful that we brought two Chuck look-alikes into our home; Da Boyz are a delight, even as they tear up the place. Thank you for your kind comments.
Let's HOP!
