Working HARD
Thank you everyone for your prayers in my last blog. I successfully drove myself back and forth to work all week including yesterday for my Saturday class. I take the same route everyday so I am starting to feel more comfortable. It feels great not having to be picked up and dropped off like a little kid. A feel a lot more grown up and independent.
I started work on Tuesday and have been working hard ever since. My co-worker put me to work as soon as I got there. I wore my hand splint but it was not until after I was helping her move chairs that she noticed my hand. She asked me if I got hurt and when I told her I had a stroke it was like she seen a ghost. Another day. my supervisor told me not to do anything to hurt my hand and joked that he didn't want to have to fill out accident reports then told me a story of a girl who tried to sue because she sprained her ankle while walking to another building. I wanted to say "Dont worry. My hand is already messed up. Furthermore I can't even move the hand so don't worry about me hurting it." But I decided to keep that to myself to avoid the awkwardness.
Anyway, I did not know my job would be so much physical work. I usually work for the Army as an administrative assistant so I am used to sitting at a desk typing all day. The most my arm gets tired is maybe from filing. This job I am at now though is much more demanding. It makes me wish I could use my left hand more than anything. I am so prideful and do not want to feel like I can't do something so I always accept any little job they give me to do.
- Opening the mail is a pain. They gave me a letter opener but it is even harder to use that with one hand.
- Stuffing envelopes was pretty tedious. I don't know if it is my loss of my other hand or loss of my left field vision, but folding letters evenly to fit in an envelope is very annoying.
- The hardest thing I had to do was move books from one room to another. After having me lift chairs across the room on my first day (before noticing I was only using one hand), I guess my co-worker felt bad so we put a box in a roller chair and I loaded the box with books then rolled it to the next room until all of the shelves were empty. This was better than carrying but lifting books off a shelf, onto a desk, and pushing a roller chair full of books on a carpert surface is not the easiest thing to do with one hand either.
So after all of my one handed work is done, I get in my car and one handedly drive home, then one handedly navigate typing away at my computer and turning the pages of my books to complete my assignments.
This blog is getting long so I am going to start a topic to continue.
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