First, expect typos and worse. I just deleted everything I just wrote - no clue how - and am trying to recall what I was writing. Shoulder #2 is fixed, healing in its contraption to prevent movement or comfort plus all illusions of competence, and from the moment the IV ports and nerve block went in, everything was different from last time except for the side, hospital, and surgeon. My only comfort at times like this is having an excuse. Plus Steve doesn't tell my he's upset when I stare swearing at whatever latest thing is going wrong!
I just had to reinvent another paragraph! Arrrrggggghhhhhh!
Lesson one: all is different when you lose the strong side, and I'm very much a lefty, the side in the contraption now.
I am able to do some things, such as the aforementioned swearing. In fact, competence is growing! I made coffee, though only half a cup.The rest of breakfast was all finger food. Luckily I planned for that. Triscuits, banana chips, and chocolate chips. No scolding! There have to be a few benefits to this, right?
On the other hand I can wake up freezing because the house was very warm when I went to sleep in the middle of some show (???) and woke in the wee hours without blankets. Too groggy to remember I needed a bathroom assist with relocating pants to wake Steve first for his favorite part of being able to help me brought the predictable results. Luckily by then I got my brain in gear, did necessary things in necessary order with necessary assistance, and returned for necessary sleep with a much needed blanket.
(You thought I was going to repeat "necessary" again, didn't you? Instead, after replacing ALL the "r"s with necessary "e"s I changed course.) In the meantime I got much more practice with swearing at stock reports and some weird kind of notifications which keep intruding on my screen from the right side. Note I never use those, don't give a flying fuck how stocks are doing, am not invested in them nor ever wished to be, and have no earthly idea why they keep popping out. Same with the bloody notifications. I have managed to figure out how to get rid of them - DANG IT AGAIN! - for a minute or so.
They have persuaded me to hang it up for now. I'm fine... sort of.
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