Always Look on the Bright Side of Life....(Sorry Monty Python).
Well here I still am, left shoulder moves at about three quarters capacity, right side, just the demented penguin flapping thing from the elbow, providing the palm of the hand is face down. All necessary functions, such as dewdrop dabbing, more detailed wiping and swiping in the nearby area, shoe putting onnery,hair combing...okay okay, head fluff rearranging, are now strictly delegated to the left side. Drying after showering also just involves a bit of rubbing here and there and basically air drying the bits I can't reach. This leaves me rather clammy after showering, and trying to get dressed in a hurry, flying solo, is a bit of a challenge. Wednesday was a rush with me doing the Mrs Independent routine. Sitting on the bed, hoping the wet bits dried, I got my two falsies into their pockets in the bra. Now, with much fiddle faddle, I had the whole shebang, with my titties at the back, and hooks at the front all fastened up. This produced a fine film of sweat on top of the remaining moisture, which didn't help matters one bit. I then tried, one handed to rotate the Over Shoulder Boulder Holder to the front, whereupon I would get into the straps and proceed. This did not happen. Everything stuck to everything else, and no easy sliding happened. My pulling and tugging resulted in the one feral silicon titty escaping from the bra, and ending up on the floor in front of me quivering with indignation. Either that or quivering with suppressed mirth, I'm not too sure which. Fortunately, I trilingual in the profanity department, (English, Afrikaans and Zulu). Some prime turns of phrase were the result, and I had to admit defeat, and wait for hubby to arrive (in his lunch break) and finish dressing me, ready for an appointment....sighhhh....
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