Left handed

I am right handed.

But during the last several weeks my right hand was just a useless part of my body, rather cumbersome. I became slow and frustrated, couldn’t type properly, couldn’t cook, couldn’t open a tap nor finish the last bites on my plate.

I took risks: I just thought I was still young and show off snowboarding… and broke my arm. The bones around my wrist were displaced and the radius broken so I had a “distal radius open reduction internal fixation” (ORIF) procedure. A fancy name to say that they had to open the skin, reestablish the right angles of my bones around the wrist, successfully work on the broken pieces like a puzzle, fix all the arranged pieces with some metal plate and screws, and close the surgical area that left a scar of about 10 cm.

In other words: it was a mess, and I am now a bionic women!

During the last 5 weeks I had to rely most of the time to the others for every single action. Slowly I learned to use my left hand better and better. My writing is not hesitant anymore, it has more strength now and I even begin to believe that I may become ambidextrous… Trails were dangerous and every vibration was painful, but I can now hike with confidence and just begun to run again. The children learned to cook and realized how much we should do in a home to stay comfortable and clean; one grows with big steps, these ones were imposed but probably at the right time for them.

And guess what? yesterday I could tie my shoes all by myself again!

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