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.
