It’s been three weeks since my accident. Here’s what I’ve
learned so far as a (temporarily) one-armed woman. Some foods are easy to eat
single-handed, like soups or salads. Others are hilariously difficult, like big
sloppy sandwiches, beef steak and buttered ears of corn. I’m craving spaghetti,
but don’t know how to get it to my mouth without a spoon and fork. Loading and
unloading the washer and dryer is a breeze with one hand. Folding clothes, not
so much. With a little effort and patience, I can shampoo my hair, brush my
teeth and pull on pajamas. I’m completely inept at styling hair, flossing teeth
or managing anything with zippers, laces, buttons, hooks or Spandex – basically
my whole wardrobe excluding sleepwear. I laugh when I remember how many times I’ve
wished I could spend my days in PJ’s. There’s a moral here, of course: be
careful what you wish for.
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