It is said that we truly don’t appreciate what we have until we no longer have it. That simple fact was driven home last Thursday night. I was putting the dogs out for the last time about 11 P M when one of them wrapped her lead around a tree. This dog happens to be a clockwise winder upper. It would never occur to her to reverse her position and unwind going counter clockwise. So, I stepped off the back step, wearing slippers, onto ice. The rest is history. A fractured left ankle and a fractured left thumb.
The ankle is painful, but I am able to move around slowly using a walking boot. Plus, being the left ankle, I can drive. So, it seems, the thumb is the bigger of the two detriments. Trying to type this without it for instance. My hand is bandaged up like a club so, it is impossible to hold anything. My cooking has been temporarily derailed, so I had to start looking for alternative sources of sustenance. Soup for instance, however, the can must have a pull tab as I cannot grip a can opener. Tying my shoe on my good foot became an exercise in futility. Even attempting to zip up my coat presented some challenges. Simple things like washing becomes more difficult when wearing a plastic bag on your arm. And shaving, well, I found an old electric razor I hadn’t seen in years. It works, but feels odd to use my right hand.
Fortunately, I have some very caring friends, relatives and neighbors. Yesterday, one of them brought me my mail and then came back and sanded my driveway. You can’t repay that type of kindness. And, unfortunately, it will be a while before I can even give them two thumbs up.