My life has got quite tricky.
I’ve just one arm to use.
The other is quite useless.
Asked, ‘Can you . . . ?’ I refuse!
I’m typing with one finger.
Four others are on strike.
They’ve come out in sympathy,
With the five I’ve on my right.
There are so many things, I find,
It’s difficult to do.
I can’t zip, peel spuds or style my hair.
No biggy there, it’s true.
My dresser/sous chef has stepped in
And I can wear a hat,
Cause he won’t learn hairdressing,
And I can tell you that . . .
It’s hard to clap one-handed,
Or tie a knot or bow,
Or spread on some hand lotion
Or skip rope, don’t you know.
I cannot put my watch on
My left arm any more.
I cannot put it on my right,
Because it is too sore.
To brush my teeth is difficult.
Two hands are a must,
To squeeze the tube and paste the brush,
Is really quite a fuss.
I’ve been practicing you see.
My right hand is redundant.
My left hand has come up trumps,
Though it was not incumbent.
My left hand is first team now,
My right is second squad
It sits around and whines a lot,
And refuses to applaud.
I shall be ambidextrous
When all of this is through
My left hand is quite nimble now
My right hand says ‘thank you!’
I’m feeling slightly better now,
Than when I wrote this ditty.
I am no longer shouting ‘OW!’
Like when I was feeling . . . . . . . . lousy!
There’s an upside to being frail.
I’m waited on hand and feet.
It’s like living in a fairytale.
This Princess says, ‘That’s sweet!’
Ugh. Am so sorry you’re still down with this arm, but am quite pleased to see what a knack you have for verse!
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It took my mind off it. 😦 You don’t suppose I mistakenly unfollowed you do you? My left thumb can get a bit unruly on this little phone screen. I’ve been liking my own posts and deleting comments by mistake!
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Hah! Nothing wrong with liking your own posts, lady! They’re always a gem!
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I just wouldn’t do that.
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Enjoyed your little rhyme, Carol. Hope your wrist heals soon. Till then make the most of the dresser/ sous chef service 🙂
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Thanks Kan. It’s been hinted that I should drag out the ‘pain’ for as long as I can. What a lovely sound is, ‘Dinner’s ready!’
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I will say…since your surgery … You have become quite the poet. You one fingered laptop slinger!
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It’s very tiresome. I want my right hand back!
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I just ‘liked’ my own post because my thumb missed the back arrow!
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Oh boy… You are not doing well are you? Healing and being on the mend are not fun!
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What a great poem! And I am glad to hear you are feeling better. I think you are doing great with left hand only, you’ll be a pro after this:)
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Got muscles in my left thumb now.
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Impossible not to like your poem though I winced at the injury 🙂 In awe of your one fingered left handed dedication and your sunny disposition.
How did you do it? I was going to say ‘spill the beans’ but thought that might be tactless 😦
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Well . . . . if you really want to know . . . it’s not an injury. The end of the ulna had deteriorated and was tearing the tendon. The surgeon removed the end of the bone and reattached everything. I have decided I’m never ever having another operation. I’m a bad patient. Why are we called patients? I’m not patient.
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Nor me and it sounds painful. In a café en route for Yarmouth with Dad. Take care x
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Whoohoo! Road trip!
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Oh No! Get Better Soon 🙂
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Thank you. Will do my best. Like I said – running out of patience. Both of us!
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Clever poem! Hope you heal quickly.
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Thank you and thank you!
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Your fingers can’t do stuff
that usually they can do
so rhyming has to be enough
to keep you pushing through!
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Made me chuckle,
So I won’t buckle!
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Glad you have someone to spoil you😉
One day soon this will all be a fading memory with this fun poem to remind you of your frustration.
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That’s a comforting view. Thanks! Right now I want to print the poem and put a match to it.
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When’s your wrist gonna get better ???
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I wish I knew. Can you tell me? No one else will.
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Sorry to hear that. 😦
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I’m disappointed. I thought you’d know. 😉
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Chin up — it’s gonna get better fast !!!
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That’s what I needed to hear! Better already.
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Hahahaaha– Jeez— I gotta try that. 😀
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Whatever is ailing you, you’ll feel better soon! How’s that? Did it work?
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I like it — I’m going to patent it. 🙂
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I hope you make a fortune.
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😀 LOL — oh sure, then you’ll want your cut. 😀
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I think 50/50 would be fair. 😉 Where would you be without my dodgy wrist?
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Well, yeah, of course !!!!! 😀
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Your wrist may be broken, but your sense of humour and poetry writing is still firmly intact and functioning!! 🙂
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It keeps my brain cells ticking over. Nonsense is my speciality.
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… and we are all beneficiaries of it 🙂
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That’s very sweet of you to say.
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Very good, but don’t push your luck too far, your sous chef may shoo off 😉
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He still has to eat and I ain’t cookin’! I boiled some frozen peas tonight. Took some clothes off the washing line. They mostly fell in the basket. I feel I’m coming on quite well. 😉
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Oh, I hope it heals well. Sounds dreadful 😦
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Thanks Jude. I’m frustrated and fed up. I’m hoping a garden visit on Sunday will perk me up.
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Your sense of humor has only got to help the healing. Sending more hugs. Xo
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It also helps to ‘chat’ with all my pals around the world. Thanks for more hugs. You must have an endless supply! xo
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I’m a big time hugger! 🙂
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Love your ode, Carol. How long is it going to be before your ‘dresser/sous chef’ can take a break? Hope your wrist heals quickly, but in the meantime, enjoy living in the fairytale. *hugs*
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Thanks, Sylvia. My dresser/sous chef is asking the same question. I don’t know! I hope to have a better idea in a couple of weeks when I see the consultant.
How are you now?
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Sounds like you’re in very good hands. 😃 I’m up and down, but hoping for more ups than downs tomorrow. xx
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And *hugs* to you Sylvia. You need some too!
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You made me think of the months right after having a stroke. My left hand (I am a lefty) showed the results of the stroke, wouldn’t clap, wouldn’t carry things, and FORGET doing the hair… I’m grateful to say it’s back to about 98% now, and I’m pretty sure your left hand will come along, as well. Thanks for the post! 🙂
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Oh my! That’s a lot more serious than my wrist op. 98% seems a good result. You must have worked very hard. I’m feeling a lot less sorry for myself all of a sudden. 🙂
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It was healed from being prayed for, mostly, but I did do some exercises, too. And I’m glad you feel better! Sometimes other people’s hardships help to put mine into perspective. 🙂
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Aha, loved this! Hope the healing process is swift …. after all, you don’t HAVE to let on when you’re feeling better 😃
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I did think about that Jenny. Great minds and all that. The occasional “OW!” wouldn’t go amiss would it?
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Being waited on hand and foot is worth a bit of pain. 🙂
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Not always. When you say a bit . . . .
Still, I will probably never get this level of service again so need to make the most of it.
Himself is bringing fish and chips home for dinner tonight. I’ll think of you and how much you were taken with mushy peas when you were here!
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Eat those fish and chips and think of how I no longer can because I’m down one gallbladder. Waaaaaahhhh!
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Oh noooo! They are greasy fatty calorific things we probably shouldn’t be eating anyway. Look at the positive side. You can still eat the mushy peas. lol!!
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Lucky, lucky me.
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Count your blessings! Isn’t that what those annoying people say when they are trying to sympathize?
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