just another morning – or is it?

I awake, just another morning –
or is it?

I awake, just another morning – or is it?

I had three stitches put into my hand, after an accident using an angle grinder to cut the stone floor-tiles, for the kitchen. Two of the stitches had fallen out and the wound had become poisoned, so I had to return to the hospital, where they took out the third stitch, cleaned up my wound and sent me on my way with anti-biotics and a warning about poisoned blood going through my body.

I remember being told yesterday in the hospital that I wasn’t to do anything that would mean stretching the skin across the base of my thumb of my left hand. Have you ever tried to do something with one hand after being fortunate enough to have two hands for forty-four years?

It was proving difficult, even to the point of getting out of bed. My normal reaction after waking is to throw the quilt off the bed, with my left hand, as I sleep on my right side. Then to reach down to greet the dog, again with my left hand, this allows time for the blood to return to my right arm after pins and needles has set in!
I would then reach over to the drawer to get my clean socks for the day, again left-handed. Coming downstairs to the living room, I have to grip the handrail, and yes you’ve guessed it, it’s located on the left side of the stairwell.
Once at the bottom of the stairs, it’s into the kitchen where the kettle is switched on, then reaching into the cupboard on my left, I find my mug.
The coffee jar is placed to the left of the kettle and the milk is in the fridge behind me to my left.
With the coffee in my hand, I enter to the living room where I sit on my sofa. On the small table, on my left, is all the gadgets of the day that I will need for my early morning daytime television experience, remote controls for the stereo, for the computer, the television and the television paper.

In the first thirty minutes of my waking day I had come to realise something, which I thought, to be really strange:
Isn’t it strange, that to live in a world being right handed I have to rely on my left hand for so much in my daily life!

© ali-p 2004
this is a true to life account and happened this morning 3rd March 2004.