Here we are a mere 25 days after my traumatic experience of dislocating my shoulder and I have reached a milestone. Drumroll please…I can pull up my own pants once again!
I know you are laughing hysterically right about now. And, yes, I could actually get my pants up one-handed (even though I was using my non-dominant left hand). But, there was that one tiny section that I just couldn’t get to over on the other side of me (no, it’s not THAT long a distance, but when you hurt it’s hard to twist around). Invariably, I would walk downstairs to find Devoted Spouse in his comfy chair and announce: Sweetie, could you fix the right side of my pants, please? And, of course, he would. What’s even nicer…he never once laughed at my inability to finish dressing myself. Not once.
So, like the commercials…I’m a big kid now…I can pull up my own pants. And, yes, I’m still living in sweatpants. I can’t imagine trying to work zippers and buttons yet. Putting my own jeans on is one of my next goals. One day at a time…
My caution in using my right arm was overtaken by my zeal in the discovery that I could completely pull up my own pants and this evening as I exited the bathroom, I inadvertently reached back around my right side with my right hand and closed the bathroom door behind me. Ouch, ouch, ouch. I’m not allowed to move my arm in that direction yet as it could actually cause my shoulder to re-dislocate. Now I know why Agador Spartacus told me NOT to do that. But, hey, did I mention I can pull up my own pants?
Today my pants…tomorrow driving? Maybe not. I still have a long way to go. Stay tuned for the next amazing hurdle I manage to leap as I continue on my journey back to having the full use of both arms. What a trip!