Wednesday, April 24, 2024

From the Ridge: Where there’s will, there’s a way

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I don’t want to milk this injury, given many of you have been through similar and there are far worse injuries and health outcomes out there, but my world has suddenly greatly diminished, and my focus is less on what is happening in the big wide world beyond the borders of the house but more upon daily existence.
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I don't want to milk this injury, given many of you have been through similar and there are far worse injuries and health outcomes out there, but my world has suddenly greatly diminished, and my focus is less on what is happening in the big wide world beyond the borders of the house but more upon daily existence.

Small things take on a great deal of significance. And they take so much more time. As it happens, something I now have plenty of.

In case you don’t know what I’m talking about, last week I fell off my two-wheel motorbike and broke my collarbone. Not an unusual injury but my first work-limiting bodily damage.

Fortunately, the young student and I had finished the docking and the farm requirements are in a bit of a lull. The valuable rains towards the end of September means the feed is lifting under the stock so regular shifting is not as critical as other times of the year.

However, being out of action has me thinking of what lies ahead for all of this. The virus has inevitably leaked out and by the time it is getting into all of us we will be at peak busyness. Farming staff, you, freezing workers, dairy factories, wool stores and pretty much everyone will be impacted, just as we have seen overseas. Getting stock killed, milk processed, supply chains working worse than now are all possible problems. Maximum vaccination rates will greatly lessen the impact, but a difficult time lies ahead of us all the same. If you are sitting on the fence about getting your shots, go do it immediately and not be one of those regretting it later.

I was greatly impressed with the feats of the Paralympians such as the fellow with no arms playing table tennis by holding the bat in his mouth, the swimmers with no arms but also those missing just one appendage.

I’ve got to tell you, I’m now even more impressed with anyone who lives with a permanent disability. It’s bloody tricky. Many of you know that already.

But it’s interesting how quickly one starts to develop a few work-arounds and how much more useful the other three appendages become as they take up the slack of their passenger mate.

Last week typing this column I thought the only way to get a bit of upper-case punctuation and capitalisation going was to put a pen in my mouth and depress the shift key and then push the required key. This is laborious and not very nice. Turns out my hand is big enough for the thumb to push shift and the pinkie can get those useful one’s way over there on the right. I’ve become quite adept at this.

My right hand and arm have picked up much of the load, helped by being right-handed already. Did you know that if you practice, you can do up and undo buttons with one hand?

Who would have thought feet could be more useful than just for walking around? They drag things around the floor, pick up items, stand on jerseys while pulling the arm back out and other useful stuff.

I feel like a small child when pleased with myself that I can now undress and dress all on my own. Getting socks on and off is particularly tricky, so I stick with the looser work socks.

The daily shower continues to be a highlight but poses one specific problem.

I can shave and soap everywhere except my right armpit. The first couple of days I called upon Jane to assist. She just grabbed the handbasin cake, which was cold and dry, and rammed it into my armpit with extraordinarily little lathering in evidence. Subsequently, I thought it might be pushing my regular requests for help a little far to ask for it to be first wetted and warmed, so I just rely on a good sluicing instead.

Jane has been spectacularly good, but I have seen that the novelty of finally being needed to wait on me hand and foot has steadily and surprisingly quickly diminished. Fortunately, my newfound superpowers with my other limbs and less pain and discomfort doing things has meant I’ve been able to pick up the slack.

Off to see a surgeon tomorrow to see if they are going to recommend surgery or just let nature take its course.

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