on human bandage

this is only the fifth day of confinement——less than a week of house arrest for my left hand and wrist, and I would just as well be done with it.

It’s not painful. It’s not bloody. It’s just a bloody nuisance, and sometimes without thinking I reached down as if I’m going to just take the darn thing off. It is confining and limiting, and  I hate that itch down under there in places I should not stick  the handle   of a serving spoon. The temptation is great, but there are sutures down in there somewhere.

The hazards and pitfalls are beginning to show up.

This morning, I reached for the wood stove door to close it, only a day after it was painted by the chimney sweep. I used my bandaged hand, which now  is adorned with an unattractive, sooty blotch at the base of my index finger where the paint soaked into the  Ace wrap.

And earlier this morning, I managed to zip up my shirt tail in my pants zipper. It would’ve made an entertaining YouTube home video to watch me Houdini out of the two garments stuck together as one.

Another day, another challenge and opportunity for ADL problem-solving. I coached countless patients through the process of working around their usually temporary disabilities to lead more or less normal lives.

Now I’m trying to practice what I have preached.  More or less.

Published by fred

Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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4 Comments

  1. Good luck with that. I’m happy to hear you have no pain, though I suppose an occasional twinge might do to remind you not to use that hand so much…

  2. Lorianne… No, as much as I’m tempted, the left arm just sort of sits there and watches. I have been training Dragon Dictate for Mac for quite a few months, and while I have tinkered with in the past, now I am obliged to use it exclusively—— which is fine for short, inconsequential passages like e-mails and such. This will be my lot for most of the summer.

  3. It’s called karma, Fred!! lol
    Please do as the doc says and don’t give in to the urge to scratch or use the hand.

    (Love the tip of the hat to Somerset Maugham)

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