Oh the Trials - Woe is Me!

Have you ever noticed that the thing(s) you can no longer do, are the very things you need to be able to do?

I have also noticed that I am a very clumsy person.  Who knew!

A few years ago when I had to have surgery on my right hand and underwent PT for three months to regain the use of the hand, I started dropping things.  All kinds of things.  My toothbrush, a dish towel, a clothing item, etc.  I forgave myself liberally for these little mishaps because I was able to lean over and retrieve whatever had fallen.  All was forgiven and I moved on.

Now that I have had my left hip replaced, I am denied the ability to bend over or lean too far, at least for another two weeks.  All of a sudden I am reminded that I really am a cluts.  On top of recuperating and having to have help for the simplest things such as putting on socks, to again be reminded that I really am a clumsy person might make one feel a bit sorry for oneself.  Just say'n.

For example, I dropped a dryer sheet and it had to lie there on the floor until Dick either slipped on it or noticed it.  I dropped crumbs from a brownie and there they lay, hoping Dick would notice them before they got ground into the tile.

Several times, I have dropped a vitamin or pill just as I thought I had it in my mouth.  Normally, I would have picked that bugger up off the floor and reinserted it where it belonged.  But not now.  This morning I dropped a Tylenol on the bathroom floor.  As I was using the bathroom I saw our visiting grand dog come looking for me and instead found the pill on the floor.  Since she is deaf, I clapped my hands real loud to stop her from tasting it.  It scared her to death because she thought it was a clap of thunder which is the only thing she can hear.  She thankfully ignored the pill, but kept looking for the lightening and shivered for an hour.

Who drops a pill out of their mouth?  Anyway, that seems to be the new challenge this week - make sure the pill(s) are properly inserted in mouth before removing the fingers from said pill.

On top of all that, I dropped my grabber.  That's right, I knocked over the grabber I keep by my bed in order to help retrieve items that I have dropped and are out of reach.  NOTE:  It doesn't work with pills or crumbs.  Now I find I need a backup grabber to pick up my grabber.

Oh the trials of post-surgery!

All this aside, I continue to make amazing progress and remain pain free.  I am so grateful for my sweet hubby who doesn't seem to mind being my human grabber and sock putter-oner.