Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.



I’ve been thinking, since I’ve been injured, about how hard life can be when you have a disability.

I broke my little finger Saturday. Seems a small injury, but it’s wrapped up in a cumbersome cast that engulfs most of my right hand. And the same fall re-injured an older wrist problem on my left hand, so there’s a splint over there too.

It all makes me pretty useless.

For example, I was talking to my brother and sister-in-law who were concerned about my fall, with the phone propped awkwardly between my two useless hands, when I realized fibers from my cast on my right hand had become attached to the velcro on the splint around my left hand, essentially gluing my hands together. I kept talking while sort of waving the whole mess at my husband, silently asking for help.


Last night I couldn’t get my socks off. Neither hand could grasp the back of a sock much less had the strength to pull. I finally used the toes of one foot to push the sock off the other. Then repeated the maneuver.

And don’t even ask how taking a bath while one arm is encased in a garbage bag works. Turns out you can’t hold a washcloth or soap with that hand at all, which makes washing the opposing side of your body pretty much impossible. But hey, I had a nice warm soak which felt pretty wonderful.

Yesterday, the day after the injury, the dog asked to go out very early in the dark morning like usual. She doesn’t care about her mama’s finger. I got my shorts almost wrestled on using one hand but I couldn’t get the zipper up, the shorts were hung up low on my hips. Well, it was 3:30 and dark out, I figured I didn’t need them zipped.

Then I couldn’t get my sweatshirt on, my bound up hands didn’t fit through the cuffs. I left the sweatshirt hung up on my hands and half way over my shoulders. Obviously that didn’t zip either.

By then Katie was hopping up and down in anticipation and I couldn’t get the leash attached to her collar using my only my left hand. After much groaning and improvising, and some sweat, I managed, though my hand was starting to throb.

Katie and I wandered the yard, me hoping my shorts stayed up and for no cars to come by, her enjoying the cool morning breeze. I was looking up at the stars, thinking about nothing much when I realized I should probably be watching my feet instead. I couldn’t afford to trip, over Katie or a piece of sod. I didn’t have a spare hand to catch my fall. The Cheshire cat smile of a moon illuminated our path as we carefully made our way back to the house.

Today I’m in sweats and an oversized t-shirt and Katie walks the house dragging her leash. My hand doesn’t hurt as long as I keep up with the Tylenol and don’t bang it into things like walls or cupboard doors.

I didn’t bother with socks.

I have appointment tomorrow with a surgeon. I’m looking for good news. Meanwhile I’ll keep improvising.

I’m grateful this isn’t permanent.

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

19 thoughts on “Musings

  1. hope you get good news from the surgeon and sending healing wishes your way Dawn…
    and whew – I nursed some injured ribs this summer and so I can not relate even more with what you write about here
    sometimes takes an injury to see how nice it is to NOT have one

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  2. The things we take for granted. Positive thoughts for good news from surgeon.


  3. Hope all goes well at your appointment. Wishing you quick healing!


  4. Both hands?! Oh, Dawn. When I read about ‘the dog’ wanting to go out, I didn’t figure this was going to go well. I know I shouldn’t laugh, but the thought of the little princess walking around the house with her leash on….Katie, forgive me. Good luck tomorrow, Dawn.


  5. Oh yes, I remember well when I broke my elbow the many different ways to improvise with the use of one hand. It also made clear all the things I took for granted having the use of 2 arms. I hope you get good news and the healing is fast.


  6. OK, now I know I shouldn’t be laughing, but the visual of you glued to the phone handset made me snort. I am so sorry you’re in this pickle, but you’re funny as hell!


  7. Golly, this sounds miserable, Dawn. So very sorry you’re in such a “bind,” though we can take heart it’s not a permanent condition. I’d offer to keep Katie until you can use your paws again, but something tells me a princess needs her mama (and vice-versa!) Heal soon, okay?


  8. Of course we all care, but we also laugh because we know how it feels to be so clumsy that even Katie could do better with her paws for crying out loud Mama! Best wishes for speedy healing.


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