Taking For Granted

Being right handed and not being able to raise that arm above your waist certainly has its disadvantages. Actually, I cannot think of one advantage it does have.

Until my surgery, I took a lot of simple everyday things for granted such as brushing and washing my own hair. Nor did I ever suspect that cutting my food without it sailing off the plate and across the floor would ever be a challenge. Everyday post- surgical life has been interesting so far. You should see how much fun it is to dress myself. Forget about handwriting anything. Typing with one hand even on the opposite less dominate hand is much easier.

Sitting in an upright human position is also difficult. So any kind of sitting these days requires a multitude of pillows behind my back supporting my shoulder.

What is even more difficult these days is being stuck at home listening to my neighbor next door singing loud and off key while sawing wood and drilling whatever. I have decided this is not very good for my recovery never-the-less my temper. There was even one point were I actually yelled in my own very loud voice "dear god, just shut up". However, I doubt he heard me since that nerve-piercing-I want to shoot him or myself-loud foul mouth off key screeching-that he probably considers singing- want-a-be-rock-star-contractor has not stopped.

It is at these times I wish I was back at my parent's Washington Crossing home where I spent the first three nights after my surgery. And all I can say is "Thank God" because god only knows how long the want-to-be-sawing-drilling-rock-star next door has been at it.

Besides, staying at my parent's house was like staying at a five star all paid expense resort for the rich and famous. That is exactly how I felt staying there. Where else can one get 24 hour a day service? Where else can one person have the choice of sitting among four different sofas?

Or four toilets to pee in?

Or three people who catered to you personally?

I want to go back.