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Maggie Cummings
Guest
I am doing ok. Still in a massive amount of pain and cannot use my left hand or arm. I take off the sling 3 times a day and do exercises so my elbow won't freeze up, and I can do those alright. But the pain is intense and I really don't have any control of my hand or fingers. Thought ya'll might enjoy seeing these pictures. My skin is actually black, too bad it didn't show up better in the pictures. It's pretty damned impressive...
Quick story...
Most of you know I live alone and lost the use of my right hand and arm in 2003. So not having the use of my left hand has made life pretty hard sometimes. Most of the time I can handle it pretty well, but then sometimes I am simply overwhelmed with how hard some stuff can be, folding the newspaper is impossible. And I read it front to back daily. Sweeping AND using a dust pan, impossible, I can't start my car, it has a kill switch and requires 2 working hands. I'm forbidden to drive anyway. Cleaning the litter box, I can't make the bed or cover the birds...easy stuff and at times it really gets to me and I just cry and cry. On those days I go into Bob's shed and sit on the floor, and that big dumb *** that can go thru sheet rock and has knocked me off my feet will carefully and gently lay his head on my thigh and we nap like that for a long time. It makes me tear up just telling you about it. How does he know he has to be easy with me? He is so darned special...those of you who don't have a "Bob" are really missing out on a very special relationship, and I wouldn't miss it for the world. I am so lucky...
Quick story...
Most of you know I live alone and lost the use of my right hand and arm in 2003. So not having the use of my left hand has made life pretty hard sometimes. Most of the time I can handle it pretty well, but then sometimes I am simply overwhelmed with how hard some stuff can be, folding the newspaper is impossible. And I read it front to back daily. Sweeping AND using a dust pan, impossible, I can't start my car, it has a kill switch and requires 2 working hands. I'm forbidden to drive anyway. Cleaning the litter box, I can't make the bed or cover the birds...easy stuff and at times it really gets to me and I just cry and cry. On those days I go into Bob's shed and sit on the floor, and that big dumb *** that can go thru sheet rock and has knocked me off my feet will carefully and gently lay his head on my thigh and we nap like that for a long time. It makes me tear up just telling you about it. How does he know he has to be easy with me? He is so darned special...those of you who don't have a "Bob" are really missing out on a very special relationship, and I wouldn't miss it for the world. I am so lucky...