I still have the brace on my left wrist and arm, therefore, typing is difficult. My wrist is feeling good enough today that I thought I would attempt to type something up. Progress is slow, so I can really appreciate how much I really use both of my hands!
One-handedness has been difficult. Have you ever thought about all the things that you really need two hands to do? For example, I’m wearing my square-toe cowboy boots because they slip on. I can’t tie my shoes right now! Lacing and tying my hiking boots really does take two hands, and I only have one that can tolerate being used in that manner right now. Another thing that is better with two hands is typing. Right now, as I write this, I have my shoulders and head cocked at this strange, left-shoulder-up, right-shoulder-down position in order to get my left hand turned enough to do some of the typing for me while it’s in the brace. It probably looks like something out of a Frankenstein movie! I can’t say that it’s terribly comfortable, either. I have had to forego wearing a belt, because belts require two hands to get tight enough to do any good unless they are the type with holes in them, which mine is not. Therefore, my pants are half falling off all the time and I have to pull them up often as not to show anything indecent. I can’t open containers that have twist-off caps or hold much of anything with my left hand, so that makes eating and drinking interesting. I can’t pick Squiggle Bug up right now. I can support him with my left forearm, but he has to be held up with my right arm, and he doesn’t really understand why I haven’t been picking him up the last few days.
Squiggle Bug knows there is something wrong with my left arm, though. There is a logo on the side of the splint that he keep pushing, as if it were a button to get my arm back. He worries that my arm is gone and doesn’t quite understand how my fingers can be there, but that half of my arm is missing because he doesn’t have object permanence yet in his cognitive development. Another example of that is when we put a long-sleeved shirt on him–he thinks that his arms are gone! It’s quite distressing to him until his attention is turned to something else and he has felt his arms through the long sleeves enough to satisfy his curiosity about how he can feel his arm but he can’t see it, haha.
I will eventually tell you what happened to my left wrist, but for legal reasons, I think it best to leave it a mystery for the time being. I’m not sure of the situation, so I’m playing it safe. You’ll understand when you finally find out what happened…
Well, I’ll end this post here. This has taken a long time to write and my wrist is quite tired now. Time for some range-of-motion exercises and a rest. Thank you for your patience!
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