Take time to enjoy the little things...
While getting ready for my dental appointment yesterday, I started thinking about how things have turned out for me this year. Great new job, fantastic supervisors and employer, new house, actually got to spend the holidays with my gf for the first time (semi long story, will be revealed in another post) and no arguments with family members, wow great time.
That is when I realized what I am missing, being able to take care of myself. Something as simple as taking a complete shower, getting dressed or tying my shoes. hell even wiping after going to the bathroom makes me have to concentrate on what I am doing and think about I am doing and how I am going to do it.
I can deal with not being able to bend my knee, walk or drive, been there before. Even the scars I can live with, have a collection that just wants to continue to grow.
When I broke my hand back in 1991, that was no big deal. I didn't feel much pain unless pressure was applied. I was still able to be active and useful. A dislocated wrist puts one hellofa damper on things. It feels like I can't do anything for myself. It is amazing how often you use your off hand for simple, mundane tasks until it is taken from you.
I am grateful for my girlfriend being here and giving me a lending hand when I need it. Would rather have her wash my ass or dress me then family members, and I can't afford to have a nurse come over. I do know that a few of my friends wouldn't mind giving me a hand on occasion but I couldn't impose in them like this, at least not all the time. Besides most of my friends that wouldn't mind helping would much rather help me get out of my clothes then get into them, damn horny bastards.
That's another thing that sucks, sex is damn near impossible except for a few simple positions and I'm pretty sure that Liz (gf) is getting tired of screwing a paraplegic. But the upside is that for a change I don't have to be the one that is mostly active. ;> The other night we spent about an hour or so looking on the internet for positions that we could do with my knee locked into a brace and a hand that doesn't work.
The worst part about not having the use of my left hand is that it could have been fixed in the ER, but instead. the staff decided to belittle me because I wasn't complaining about my broken knee at all. I guess the disfigurement and swelling is all in my head. The sad part is, this is not my first dealing with this hospital, and both times it was substandard service. Hopefully I will no longer need their services but if I do end up going to the hospital again, I request to be taken somewhere else besides University.
That is when I realized what I am missing, being able to take care of myself. Something as simple as taking a complete shower, getting dressed or tying my shoes. hell even wiping after going to the bathroom makes me have to concentrate on what I am doing and think about I am doing and how I am going to do it.
I can deal with not being able to bend my knee, walk or drive, been there before. Even the scars I can live with, have a collection that just wants to continue to grow.
When I broke my hand back in 1991, that was no big deal. I didn't feel much pain unless pressure was applied. I was still able to be active and useful. A dislocated wrist puts one hellofa damper on things. It feels like I can't do anything for myself. It is amazing how often you use your off hand for simple, mundane tasks until it is taken from you.
I am grateful for my girlfriend being here and giving me a lending hand when I need it. Would rather have her wash my ass or dress me then family members, and I can't afford to have a nurse come over. I do know that a few of my friends wouldn't mind giving me a hand on occasion but I couldn't impose in them like this, at least not all the time. Besides most of my friends that wouldn't mind helping would much rather help me get out of my clothes then get into them, damn horny bastards.
That's another thing that sucks, sex is damn near impossible except for a few simple positions and I'm pretty sure that Liz (gf) is getting tired of screwing a paraplegic. But the upside is that for a change I don't have to be the one that is mostly active. ;> The other night we spent about an hour or so looking on the internet for positions that we could do with my knee locked into a brace and a hand that doesn't work.
The worst part about not having the use of my left hand is that it could have been fixed in the ER, but instead. the staff decided to belittle me because I wasn't complaining about my broken knee at all. I guess the disfigurement and swelling is all in my head. The sad part is, this is not my first dealing with this hospital, and both times it was substandard service. Hopefully I will no longer need their services but if I do end up going to the hospital again, I request to be taken somewhere else besides University.