All Is Well
Last week I had surgery on my arm, my right arm. It was about a two hour surgical procedure to repair a tendon, and shorten my ulnar bone. (It’s a long story). My arm is currently in a hard splint from my hand to right above my elbow. Did I mention that I am right handed? Well, I'm right handed. I do everything with my right hand, and can do nothing with my left, other than shoot pool. (Don’t ask) I can feel pain in my arm constantly. Wonderful little white pills make the pain more manageable at times.
The first few days after surgery, I had to have everything done for me, or at least that's what I think. I can't get the splint wet, so my hubby bathes me. The splint and the pain make it impossible for me to reach certain things, like the fork to my mouth. I can't reach behind my back to latch my bra, so my daughter dresses me and has helped to feed me. I could go on and on about the many things I am unable to do without the full use of my right arm, but that would be too much like a pity party. And who really cares anyway?!
And so it is with whatever you're focused on that isn't quite right in your life. Who really cares? I don't mean to be harsh, but it’s the truth. It was easy for me to feel helpless because I was put in an uncomfortable position, by being forced to use my left hand. It may be uncomfortable, but it means I eat when I want to, and I don't have to sit around and wait for someone to clean me up. There are things I am still unable to do, but I'm grateful for what I can do. The bigger picture for me is that there are people who were born without the use of their limbs, and make it through life just fine. I don't mean to imply that what others deal with is of no importance. I'm merely making the point that somebody, somewhere is worse off than us.
I do have pain and discomfort, that is a fact. I cannot reach every itching spot on my body or put my hair in a ponytail, but all of my good days out weigh my bad days... I can't, I won't complain.
TC!