I know I should feel fortunate. It could have been worse. It was just my wrist…my right wrist…and of course, I’m right handed. And I admit, it has made me see the world in a whole new light. I felt helpless, like a baby, unable to do so many things for myself. Taking a bath and washing my hair with my right hand stuck up to stay clear of the water is really hard! I had to ask for help in doing the simplest of things like opening a can of pop, buttoning my jeans, and cutting up my sandwich. I was not going to be winning any beauty pageants since using a curling iron was out of the question. And it’s really difficult to draw a straight line with eye-liner with your left hand.
But I have learned I can do many things with my left hand. I can cook stir fry…sort of. Needless to say, my husband about split a gut when he came into the kitchen to find my pan spinning on the stove as I tried to stir it. And adding the sauce to the mix? Yeah, I had to improvise by holding the packet in my mouth and squeezing it with my left hand. But hey, I did it. And I've learned to type fairly fast with my left hand. Hunt and peck and taken on a whole new meaning.
I hope I never have to experience a break like this again, but I can now empathize with my characters as they deal with injuries and add real life experience to their stories. What real life experiences do you bring to your characters?
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