My signature was a bad replica of before but writing looked better than printing. I felt I was going back to the days of learning how to write in cursive. It looked a little better than chicken scratches, but was legible at least.
Styling my hair was not possible. Hooray for breezes. I used bandanas which I struggled to tie into headbands. Since having this cast, I got my hair cut for the first time in MONTHS. It was somewhat easier to care for. Combing was not easy, brushing even less so. I waited for the day when I could use elastics again. Washing my hair was, well… difficult did not cover it. I employed a newspaper bag with a rubber band to keep the cast dry. I only hoped I got most of it clean and rinsed.
Eating with a fork, etc. was an adventure but not quite an exercise in futility. I was forced to slow down and therefore savor. Cutting things was out of the question mostly. Opening cans = Not! Jars were easier, with small rubber mats. Drinking while holding cups, etc. with my left hand was new. Pouring was a wonder-filled experience. And the beat went on.
I discovered applying mascara with my left hand! As long as I didn’t look in the mirror while doing it, I wouldn’t poke myself in the eye. Lipstick wasn’t SOOO hard. After all, if I didn’t know where my mouth was….. I wasn’t not doing eye shadow or blush and I left manicures and pedicures for someone else.
I marveled at what I could do and appreciated what I was able to do before. And wondered what would come next w/ therapy etc.