Every day it seems like my arm tries harder to look more normal in its appearance but there are some things that will just have to always be a little different. Yesterday when I was teaching my little people at school, I had the splint off so my arm could rest a bit out of its confinement. I noticed one of the little boys staring at it...not in a bad way but rather in an inquisitive and concerned manner. He said to me, "Mrs. Miller, how come your left hand is smaller than the right hand is?" So I tried to explain, as best as you can to a little guy, just why that was so.
You know, when I first noticed the obvious difference in size just a couple of months back, it really bothered me. The LAST thing I wanted anyone to notice was the fact of how much "old lefty" had seemed to begun to wither away! But I've "grown up" a little bit during the course of this ordeal. Vanity has taken a far back seat in my life now and gratitude has moved right up front, riding "shotgun" if you will, in the life of one very thankful, now much more practical, woman.
It's going to take much more time, I'm afraid, for everything to return to the "state" it once was. Some of you may remember that after the first surgery in August, washing my own hair proved to be quite the challenge. I'm finding that to be the same for me this time around. Because I don't have much of my left wrist's range of motion, just the simple act of turning my hand over (something we do without thinking, right?) is painfully difficult. So when I squirt a nice amount of shampoo or conditioner onto my left palm, I can pretty much guarantee that only about half of it will make it to my scalp, just like before. The only difference now is, I don't break down and cry as I see shampoo making its way down the side of my arm instead of to the top of my head. See, I TOLD you that I'm growing up! :) All in all, I'm making progress, albeit at a "snail's pace"....but it's forward movement. I plan to make it all the way.
Hey, I really have to be honest in saying that some good ALWAYS comes from bad. Sometimes you just have to wait with "eyes open" to see it happen. The photo below shows one of the new blessings in life....
It's been quite a while, 20 years to be exact, that I could wear my high school class ring. Way back in the "good old days of 1973" my left ring finger was a size 4. The years that followed took their "toll" on me and before the accident in August, my ring size was a 6. You know I always liked that ring so when "good old lefty" finally heals up, I intend to begin wearing it again. Hey, to my friends reading this from Haven High School's class of 1973, do you guys still have yours? Weird, I still remember that it cost $35 and having to save my tips from working at my folk's restaurant to pay for it. One of the few things I have left from my days of being a kid and a very permanent member of the "over my dead body pile".
Well, I'm trading "daylight for dark" again and if I don't get a "move on" I'm going to be late for school. I send you greetings, ALL, for a wonderful Thursday, January 26, 2012. It's such a great day to be alive~ :)
Still working on the range of motion...the day that I can FINALLY turn my left hand completely over without having a look on my face that says "I HATE BRUSSEL SPROUTS!" will be the day that I know things have gotten better. Remember now, a bad day is all in perspective my dear friends....all in perspective!
You know, when I first noticed the obvious difference in size just a couple of months back, it really bothered me. The LAST thing I wanted anyone to notice was the fact of how much "old lefty" had seemed to begun to wither away! But I've "grown up" a little bit during the course of this ordeal. Vanity has taken a far back seat in my life now and gratitude has moved right up front, riding "shotgun" if you will, in the life of one very thankful, now much more practical, woman.
It's going to take much more time, I'm afraid, for everything to return to the "state" it once was. Some of you may remember that after the first surgery in August, washing my own hair proved to be quite the challenge. I'm finding that to be the same for me this time around. Because I don't have much of my left wrist's range of motion, just the simple act of turning my hand over (something we do without thinking, right?) is painfully difficult. So when I squirt a nice amount of shampoo or conditioner onto my left palm, I can pretty much guarantee that only about half of it will make it to my scalp, just like before. The only difference now is, I don't break down and cry as I see shampoo making its way down the side of my arm instead of to the top of my head. See, I TOLD you that I'm growing up! :) All in all, I'm making progress, albeit at a "snail's pace"....but it's forward movement. I plan to make it all the way.
Hey, I really have to be honest in saying that some good ALWAYS comes from bad. Sometimes you just have to wait with "eyes open" to see it happen. The photo below shows one of the new blessings in life....
It's been quite a while, 20 years to be exact, that I could wear my high school class ring. Way back in the "good old days of 1973" my left ring finger was a size 4. The years that followed took their "toll" on me and before the accident in August, my ring size was a 6. You know I always liked that ring so when "good old lefty" finally heals up, I intend to begin wearing it again. Hey, to my friends reading this from Haven High School's class of 1973, do you guys still have yours? Weird, I still remember that it cost $35 and having to save my tips from working at my folk's restaurant to pay for it. One of the few things I have left from my days of being a kid and a very permanent member of the "over my dead body pile".
Well, I'm trading "daylight for dark" again and if I don't get a "move on" I'm going to be late for school. I send you greetings, ALL, for a wonderful Thursday, January 26, 2012. It's such a great day to be alive~ :)
Still working on the range of motion...the day that I can FINALLY turn my left hand completely over without having a look on my face that says "I HATE BRUSSEL SPROUTS!" will be the day that I know things have gotten better. Remember now, a bad day is all in perspective my dear friends....all in perspective!
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