Today, I am happy that I have the use of my right hand. it's amazing how many things you consciously depend on it for. Typing would be an exercise in patience without it. If you are unable to use your right hand because of an injury to which you have subjected it, there are all the hazards from which you must steer your right hand clear as you walk past them. Driving, for me, would be particularly difficult, if I had to signal, steer, and shift, all with my left hand, as my right hand lay useless in my lap.
But, there are some things that a lot of people don't think of when they injure their right hand. The first I discovered when my hand was injured by a closing car door 2 years ago, is how difficult it becomes to make bathroom trips of the sitting variety, especially when the moment of truth arrives, and you left-handedly unspool a handful of toilet paper. You look plaintively at your left hand, as if you're reading assembly instructions in Thai, and are stricken with a feeling of confusion and frustration. It's like learning to ride a bike again, except this time you don't have youth to shield you from embarrassment.
Yes, I am happy that I have the use of my right hand, because without, I don't know what I'd do.
*one hand claps at bahua*
4:31 AM, Oct 22, 2003
Sometimes you scare me. See you next Friday?
9:39 AM, Oct 23, 2003