It has been three months since my clumsy fall outside Lira’s school that caused me to break my wrist in two places. After two surgeries, five weeks with a cast and a few sessions of physical therapy (thank you, MedStar NRH!), I wish I could report that I’m back to normal… but I’m not.
I had no idea my wrist would be so stiff and need so much work. To give you an idea, I can turn my right wrist 90 degrees (as in, palm facing up) and my left wrist 35 degrees. That may sound awful (and it is), but it’s actually a big improvement from 12 degrees, which is where I started.
You don’t realize how much you use your left wrist until you can’t. Each day, I notice another thing that I can’t do, and all I can do is laugh about it.
Here are the top 10 things I can’t do with my gimpy wrist:
- Carry a pizza. I use the palm of my right hand with the back of my left hand, and it’s quite the balancing act.
- Open a jar of pickles, olives or pasta sauce. On those days that I try to make dinner before Dave gets home from work (and let’s be honest, they aren’t often), certain things are no longer on the menu.
- Cut corn on the cob. Are we noticing a theme? Either I only use my left wrist for food-related tasks or all I do is eat. Take a guess which one it is.
- Pick up my Kitchen Aid mixer.Another food tragedy, but this one is serious. Dave recently bought me a tangerine Kitchen Aid mixer as a late Christmas present and I can’t move it from one part of the kitchen to another. This may seem minor, but since it’s my favorite new toy and I’m testing to find exactly where I want it, it’s quite upsetting (do I want to mix my peanut butter cookies by the window or facing the dining room table??)
- Fix my hair. Did you know that you use two hands to dry, curl or straighten hair? I didn’t either! But, trust me, you do. And for those of you who’ve noticed me looking less coiffed lately, this is why. I even chopped off 5 inches in an attempt to make it more manageable. No such luck.
- Wash my face. You know how you use your hands as a cup to splash water on your face? Since I can’t turn my left hand over, I do this one handed. And let me tell you, it does not look like a Noxema commercial– more like a flash flood around my sink.
- Hook and unhook a bra. Don’t get excited now (ha). Dave apparently learned to do this somewhere along the way (college?), and has been quite helpful in this regard.
- Lock the front door. Don’t tell the hoodlums outside (I doubt they read my blog), but this is quite the struggle. I have to put down my purse and everything else I’m carrying to use both hands to turn the lock.
- Carry Zana. Why do you need to carry a 2-year-old, you ask? Because she has a tendency to bolt into traffic and that’s the only wait to restrain her. I’m thinking of getting a leash. Not really. Ok, maybe.
- Zumba properly. I went back to Zumba last night after a 3 month hiatus and was reminded that twirling and twisting your wrist is one of the sexy parts of dancing. That, and the booty popping, which I (obviously) excel at. I had to pop my booty extra hard to help to detract from my very un-sexy wrist movements, but I think I succeeded.
You know what else isn’t that awesome? Typing. I do it all day long and my physical therapist pointed out to me today that I have been holding my elbow out into the air and looking ridiculous to overcompensate. I wonder what other crazy things I’ve been doing that I haven’t even noticed…