Broken wing.....

It has been quite the experience being one handed ~ well for the most part one handed.  I can't dress myself on top, nor can I style my hair.  I also discovered that unless the item is very soft I can't cut my food either.  When it comes to the public, most people just look right past the sling.  A few ask.  But most noticeable are the little things.  I went by Target and the person who parked next to me parked to close I very nearly couldn't get in.  I really need the door open wide to squish into the seat, reach across and grab the door with my right arm to shut the door.  I managed it, but it made me think of how we need to be courteous to each other even if we didn't see them get out of their car.  Or, if you see someone struggling to do something, would it be too much trouble to offer to help? 

And don't even talk to me about shirts with buttons.  At first my arm was so swollen I had to wear a man's dress shirt to work ~ it was not comfortable.  The sleeves were too long and it had an annoying tag that I really noticed by 10 am at work.  Now that the swelling has gone down I can wear my own button down's, so nice.  It's funny, I hardly ever wore them before, and now I'll probably wear them out. 

Sleeping is ok, but I really miss sleeping on my left side, which has been my habit for years.  And after deciding to stop reading and put the book on my nightstand requires me to practically get out of bed to do so.  (I'm on the right side if you're at the foot looking at the headboard). 

The other day I looked at Romeo in the eye and said "this is going to go on for awhile".  He said "no problem!" but he does become irritated sometimes.  As I guess we all do. 

I can't even put deodorant on by myself.  This is quite humbling.

Love, 365