Working Lefty Harder... & Smarter

Many times over the years it would have been interesting to know what (28-years departed) Mom would do in this or that situation. Even if I had known, I still may not have followed her lead because our personalities are so different; but nevertheless, it would have been nice to know.

All of the positive mental attitude in the world and thinking isn't going to tell recuperating Righty to hold a broom perfectly (for that matter, at all) to sweep the back porch or to perform correct hair-washing techniques. Not yet, anyway, since the bone slipped ever so slightly when it healed. Like a shopping cart's one wheel aimed even slightly to the right, it takes extra work to steer the cart. For grass sweeping over the weekend, my entire right arm had to ungracefully adapt, straightened and way too complex and awkward to explain in words. I will never again take for granted the wrist's intricate and amazing mechanics.

When performing basic rehab exercises, asking good-hand Lefty what she would do has proven helpful. Over the weekend, closely observing Lefty's skills became a guiding "true." Specifically, squeezing a fist-sized rectangular-shaped piece of foam. It sounds simple, but I am learning that both focus and proper technique are keys to progress. Even the slightest grip difference, specifically proper fingertip-pressing, means that even though I do the exercise at least 10 thousand times a day (exaggeration intended), it is unknowingly performed only half-way if done wrong. Fortunately I started doing it right, and from yesterday to today, Righty's "back-bend" changed from a 10-degree to a 30-degree wrist angle.

Comparing (left) 4/22's pic to (right) 4/29's pic, with no noticeable difference; however...
It was markedly harder to achieve Righty's pose on 4/22, and her fingers would not straighten
I am ever-comparing Lefty to Righty

Maybe "smarter" will also work for planning a 25-year family reunion in June. My smarter starts with mega-prayer.