For six weeks now I’ve been living life single-handedly. And it has been difficult.
Right from bathing to dressing eating and typing. What’s been most frustrating is not being able to click shots of the post-monsoon sky .
Add to that balancing a phone, composing a picture and finally clicking!
I’m sharing two photos I managed to click. I must say I was hesitant about dropping the phone !
Glad to join up with Natasha and Esha for another edition of #WordlessWednesday.
Happy mid week all .
Ciao
Wrinkled hands are a sign of aging.
But the wrinkles don’t come overnight. It is a slow insidious process.
I first found out my hand was aging when my engagement ring fitted snuggly on my Pinkie. After years of having my ring finger ballooning on either side of the twinkly diamonds, I decided to move the ring to the little finger. And now it was getting snug for that too.
More was to come when I spotted the first wrinkle on my hand. Out came all the hand lotions onto my bedside table, dressing table and even near the kitchen sink.
But, gradually my hands became wrinkly and crinkly despite the various hand creams I so diligently applied.
Over the years I began using gloves to do work and even got a machine to do the clothes and dishes. It came to a point where I used my hands sparingly. Like bathing, dressing up, apply/ remove makeup. Of course, I also used them to type and eat . But basically I avoided using them for dirty work.
Yet the wrinkles didn’t stop.
Till last month when suddenly they became so smooth and turgid that my fingers looked like luscious Oxford sausages stuck on to a fat potato!
With my wrist encased in a cast and my shoulder operated upon, all the trauma descended to my hand.
“Pump your fingers into a fist ” roared Dr. D . “Else your hand will remain like this ”
I was terrified! Immediately I began looking for the smiley balls that the little ones had got from school .
“That’s mine’s , ” says Ms.Papaya,” but you can have it .”
“You can have mine too,” says Little Po. But this was promptly appropriated by Wow Dinga who like all boys thinks that balls are meant to be flung.
So for two weeks I have been diligently squeezing the ball every waking moment. While reading a book, while eating, while typing. By day end I’m quite exhausted. The ball doesn’t seem to yield.
But when I saw the first wrinkle on my hand I was thrilled! Finally, my hand is coming back.
Wrinkly hands were just the start of my recovery. There was more to come in the weeks ahead.
Happy weekend all
Ciao
My surgery was supposedly simple . The surgeon would insert three scopes inside my shoulder and repair the tear. It was literally a stitch in time that saves nine .
The 5 cm long tear required three implants to anchor the tendons to the bone so there were more than just one stitch.
And all this was done under general anaesthetia.
Any body who has had surgery will tell you that the most anxious part of the procedure is going under anaesthesia.
Every one has their own story to tell. Very few people recall pleasant stories . Anaesthesia is a process by where you are unconscious but consciously so . In other words, you are knocked out so that you are oblivious to what is happening.
Luckily for me I’ve had anaesthesia more than half a dozen times in my life . I’ve literally tracked its progress from a chloroform mask to the IV fluids of today .
But what did worry me was what I would say during my waking up time .
I’d heard that patients coming back to consciousness often babble stuff. Often their innermost secrets .
Anna Shetty was going to attend the surgery as an observer and was apprehensive about what I’d do unconsciously. It’s bad enough that I’d embarrassed her any number of times when I was fully conscious!
When I woke up , I was back in the pre-op. Only this time I was on the opposite side of the room and very obviously post-op .
It was done !
As I came back to consciousness I was asked:
“What is your favourite thing in the world ?”
“My iPhone ” I mumbled.
Anna Shetty knew I’d regained consciousness for sure .
It is now exactly four weeks since my surgery. My arm is still in a sling and the shoulder immobilised.
Recovery is still a long way away .
Till next week,
Ciao
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