Attention — this is rather personal news, so if you don’t want to go “ewwww”, leave. However, if you are one of the four people who actually read this blog and care to know how I’m doing, let’s press on.
I can now put on and take off all by myself: my own bra. With that little statement, I have now achieved total freedom of dressing! Hallelujah! It’s a great day! Not that I want to wear a bra when I’m just hangin’ out (pun intended) around the house. But, on the days Devoted Spouse is taking me out into the world, it’s just a lovely thought knowing I can say to him: Sweetie, I’ll go upstairs and get dressed now. That’s freedom, baby.
Of course, on outings away from home, I still have to be strapped into the sling contraption from Hades. I can reach one of the straps myself, but can’t reach the other one since my arm is still not allowed to make that trip all by itself. So, it’s not like I don’t need Devoted Spouse anymore. But I am slowly getting my independence back.
On a quick serious note — this lack of independence has given me such an insight into what some of our older folk must go through as they lose the ability to take care of themselves, maybe from a broken hip or just a nasty fall. Let me tell you, it is not fun to have your mental faculties in place, but be unable to take care of something we all take for granted like dressing or brushing your teeth and combing your hair. And I can tell you from first-hand experience that helplessness is no picnic.
So, now I’m a little happier. Every day it gets better. I now have 138 degrees of rotation in my arm and the goal is 160 degrees. It will happen. I have two more goals: to be able to wash and style my own hair using both hands, and to drive my car again. Goals are good.
It is a great day in the neighborhood and I am a thankful puppy.