“I did it single handedly,” the woman said, lifting her glass and deftly moving a cocktail napkin onto the wet ring left on the table top. Really, I thought. Really? I thought again watching her hands busily rearrange items on the table. Although she boasted, I sensed she was also whining that no one had stepped forth to assist her. I gave her a mild stink eye. Granted she didn’t know me and she could only see me from the tabletop up. She had no idea Lida (little dead arm) rested slightly curled in my lap
Apparently ‘single-handedly’ actually means less than three hands. Because the woman definitely had two working hands. I had to dig deep to find any sympathy for her. Honestly, I never developed any. Just a few things that are difficult to do single-handedly: buttons and zippers (down is usually possible; up can be tricky), pretty much all fasteners except Velcro. Folding clothes, opening Ziploc bags, putting money in a wallet, looking at a magazine. (The pages won’t stay open to the page I wish to read or look at). In actuality, attempts to manipulate anything non-stationary is a challenge with a single hand. It is tough to hold the damn thing still and manipulate it with the same hand. Am I whining now? Maybe. But mostly I just want readers to appreciate things we all take for granted. Like a non-dominant hand
The image included with this post is just one of the high-tech gadgets I use to keep Lida open. You don’t want to mess with me when I’ve got that on. I only wear it at therapy so everyone is safe.