Sort of. Happy, too. My wrist still is narcissistic, demand-ing every bit of my attention. As most of you know, I broke it nearly two weeks ago. Semi-normalcy never felt
What have I learned?
Also, putting my seat belt on, when I go for a drive. Thank God for teeth, real ones. I bite the seatbelt---holding it in place---while contorting myself, using my good hand to jam the silver fastener into the seat belt holder. More about my teeth later on in this post.
3. My left-handed self shook hands with and gives a lift to the wounded parts of me. Unable to button my pants, tie my shoes, buckle my belt or tuck my shirt completely, I am. Shaving the way I normally do, or typing escapes me.
Yet, there's plenty that is good about my plight. I am grateful for the mobility and flexi-bility I have.
4. I am touched by the caring kindness of David. He dresses me in the morning, delaying his daily schedule so I can be properly attired.
I've made enough money to pay for my visits to Starbucks.
7. My teeth help open child-proof medicine bottles. I hold the tabs with my left hand and twist away, using my mouth.
I'm tired. Goodnight. I will see you tomorrow. Please leave your gratitudes they make a happy innkeeper.