I admit it. I'm getting bored with this. The recognition that I can do almost nothing with speed, strength or coordination is beginning to irritate me. It takes seemingly forever to do the simplest of self-care chores--brushing teeth, combing hair, dressing or undressing, taking a shower. I can't do anything that requires torque with my hands or arms, such as opening a tab on a soda can, unscrewing a jar lid, or pulling out a dresser drawer. Cutting a piece of meat and getting it to my mouth (instead of in my lap) is a 50-50 proposition.
All those body moves I took for granted. Sigh. It's like a big game of hokey-pokey, where I find out that the boob-bone (who knew there was one? I can only assume that it was removed and that loss is the source of my problem!) is indeed connected to the collar bone is connected to the arm bone is connected to the jar-opening bone, and that's what it's all about!
On a positive note, I am doing my flexibility exercises and have distant hopes that the cumulative effect will manifest someday in a return to normal. Or what we now call the New-Normal. I have learned how to sleep on my back and rarely, even sitting up in the car. But those hardly seem like a fair trade of skills when staring at the refrigerator door and wondering how I'm going to pull open the darn thing.
I am not a patient person. I've gotten more patient over the years, but it's a thin veneer overlaying the basic go-getter personality. It's been 3 weeks since my surgery, and I think I should be able to open a can of 7-Up, for crying out loud! Grrrrrrr.......
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