Mhh! I’m typing this single handed, I broke my left elbow. It’s not a big deal to some, but I’m a touch typist who needs 8 fingers to type and the thumbs for the space bar, shift and caps. It’s murder.
And backslabs are hell! That’s what the medical types call a half cast. It weighs a ton. A half cast is meant to keep me immobilised till I can be recast with the real thing. I'm immobilised all right. I need a crane to lift up my arm before the rest of me can follow.
I can't have coffee and speak on the phone at the same time, butter bread or chop up veggies for cooking, or eating, for that matter.
As the pain eases up, I intend to focus on positives and take on new challenges. This morning I made my own coffee and cooked porridge. I wedged the matches where they could be stable and lit the stove. Independence here I come.
This week, I got the boy to light the oven and I roasted chicken and veggies. I cleaned the stove and washed the dishes -all except the baking pan; it needs two hands and a bit of (excuse me) elbow grease. I finally got the hang of the sling.
