Feeling very frustrated today. Things that I usually do day in and day out without thinking twice about now require a major plan. And what's really frustrating is that I don't even think of it until I go to do it and then realize I can't. Simple things like buckling the hooks on my b*a, pulling my shirt on, doing up my jeans button, opening and buttering a bun, peeling a banana. This puts a whole new light on a bad hair day. Shaving my legs required contortionism I didn't know I possessed, and hello, I got one armpit shaved before it dawned on me there is absolutely no way I can do the other one. How humbling to have to ask your thirteen year old daughter to do the other one for you. Same with applying deodorant. Because I cannot hold anything even in my fingers of the injured hand.
I'm very nervous about surgery on Monday, but in a way I can hardly wait because then at least, I can get on the road to healing and possibly at least using my fingers rather than sitting here with this broken bone floating around.
I want to say that just knowing you thought of me and said a prayer means more than you will ever know. I know all things work together for those who love God and even though at the moment I'm feeling very frustrated, that learning to ask for help from the Lord and totally having to lean on Him is a good thing. And even though it is very humbling, it is also a good thing to allow others to help.
I want to say so much more but this one handed typing is in itself a pain, so I'll just say that either my daughter here or Shalee will let you all know how my surgery went. And know that I'm still reading you all even though commenting is a pain in the uhm, hand.