Can; Can't

On Thursday, March 2nd (my 27th wedding anniversary, by the way) I had another follow-up appointment with Dr. Widmer. I'm healing up pretty well, but my arm is stiffer than it should be. That's because I was confused about the physical therapy order, and so I didn't get started as soon as I should have. But I will be going regularly starting this Monday, the 6th.

Anyway, they removed the last of my bandaging—the Steri-Strips that had been holding me all together. So I went from looking like this:

 

To this:

To this...

...and this:

To this:

(although I am not supposed to leave my arm naked, so the bionic arm picture is also what I look like still.)

Christine, who removed the Steri-Strips, said that Dr. Widmer made some nice-looking scars for me. By which I think she meant that they were really, actually nice-looking—for scars. Hmm.

Anyway, I have been discovering the things my right hand/arm can and can't do. For example:

I can drive the car (if I turn the key and put it in gear with my left hand),
but I can't push a shopping cart.

I can clean the bathtub,
but I can't play the piano. (Not fair!)

I can put a load of laundry into the washer and then the dryer,
but I can't fold it.

I can sew with a hand-needle and thread,
but I can't put a fork in my mouth (also not fair).

Well, it could be a really long list. I did discover yesterday though that I can put the very end of my right thumb into my mouth. That's kind of a big deal!

You are probably sick of hearing about my arm anyway. If I get some good pictures I will show you in my next post what I have been doing for the last two-and-a-half weeks. That should be more fun!