Simple surgery. Easy peasy. Nice happy drugs go with it.
I am in a full hand bandage that severely restricts my ability to use my right hand. Oh yes, and I can’t get it wet for two weeks. Two weeks!
We’re talking my dominant hand here. It’s a hand! How disgusting do those things get when you don’t wash them?
I can’t put pressure on my thumb so there is no “pincher” or “gripping” activity going on. That leaves my left hand overwhelmed and lonely. Miss Left Hand is talking about suing for lack of consortium.
They did everything together like an old married couple. One held the beer can and the other hand flipped the lip. There is no lid flipping going on. Or string tying. Button closing. So many things……
You know that old saying about one hand clapping? There is no sound.
You can’t properly wash your “hands” with only one either.
Or blow dry your hair. (Just a note here…you can scratch almost everywhere!)
I’m still wearing pajamas because I can’t do bra hooks nor can I get my big fat hand through normal sleeves.
The cats don’t like the look of the big hand. Nor do they like the odd antiseptic smell which is still there after two days. The hand, unwashed since the surgery, still has a brownish tinge from the antiseptic.
Nope, the cats do not like getting anywhere near that hand, not even for a scratch.
Mollie gave me some purr therapy. She did that by laying on my (full) bladder and stoking up her purr engine as loud as she could. Bet you can guess what that did.
They were not understanding at dinnertime either. Since I can’t open flip top cans, they had to wait a little longer. They yelled and thumped their paws in protest. (The little buggers!)
The bandage gets changed over the weekend and the replacement is smaller but I still can’t get it wet. I wonder if that Pinesol smell will remain for the entire two weeks.