The Arm VI
I'm getting back to emails and searches. After I last posted, Al got interested in a 5-part series on Pride and Prejudice. It was well done and he streamed them all. Suddenly, his IMac display showed only 1/2 the screen, the other half was a giant multicolor bar code. We could only see 1/2 of any document and couldn't move it far enough to the side to see the other half. We researched solutions by searching on the IPad. We searched Apple. We called Apple. Finally we packed that sick baby up and took it to Manhattan to show it to someone at the Apple Genius bar. Tough break, but after 4 years, the screen/display is 1/2 dead, too expensive to fix, and so we bought a new IMac.
It's very nice. Very nice. Now Al is streaming all of the old tv series Battlestar Gallactica.
I'm doing my exercises on the living room floor while watching the Science Channel on TV. Between exercises, I check Facebook to see what Isa and Dave are doing in France.
Here is the last post before the demise of the old IMac:
7/23 Last Wednesday the therapist gave me more exercises for moving The Arm so that I could put my right hand behind me on my left buttock. Wow, that smarted! Another challenge was to put the right hand behind my head as though I were brushing my hair. That was a little easier but a stretch. Since then, I’ve been stretching for at least 1/2 hour 3 times a day, using the ice pack, taking my painkillers.
Today was a big day. A shower! The warm water was wonderful. I put a little shampoo in my right hand and without thinking about it, The Arm moved to my head to work the shampoo into my hair. Both arms worked together! The Arm wasn't strong but it did some of the work, without my thinking about it. What a great surprise! It isn’t that I didn’t enjoy the shampoos that Al gave me over the kitchen sink, but this do-it-yourself stuff is rewarding whether you are a two year old or a broken Grannie I got out of e shower,dried off, and iced The Arm. A reward for it's volunteer efforts on behalf pf my hair and morale.
Today was a big day. A shower! The warm water was wonderful. I put a little shampoo in my right hand and without thinking about it, The Arm moved to my head to work the shampoo into my hair. Both arms worked together! The Arm wasn't strong but it did some of the work, without my thinking about it. What a great surprise! It isn’t that I didn’t enjoy the shampoos that Al gave me over the kitchen sink, but this do-it-yourself stuff is rewarding whether you are a two year old or a broken Grannie I got out of e shower,dried off, and iced The Arm. A reward for it's volunteer efforts on behalf pf my hair and morale.
When David left Brooklyn for Kiev a the end of June he left behind a stack of t-shirts that either didn't fit him or didn’t fit into his suitcase. I've been wearing them ever since. It was a challenge to learn to get them on and off by myself. First The Arm hangs at rest as the right sleeve is pulled up over it. Then I tug the shirtt over my head and rearrange it. When the shirt is in place I can maneuver my healthy left arm into the sleeve. Ta Da! More little victories. Thanks for the clothes, Dave!
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by Dorothy Lawrence
