No one should start playing soccer after retirement. I was not convinced. So, that is what I was doing when I fell and fractured my right wrist. My life changed, and I lost interest in some activities I previously enjoyed. However, I promised myself that I would begin to write again before the end of 2018.
During the months following the accident, I fell in love with my left arm. I realized that I took my right arm for granted. I valued the Jamaican saying, “Cow never knows the use of its tail, till she loses it.”
I learnt to do the following “difficult” tasks with my left hand: taking a bath; combing my hair; writing my name; sweeping the floor; and making my bed.
For six weeks while my arm was securely positioned in a cast, there was so much swelling, so much pain, and I was impatient because I was not managing my expectations.
Finally, the day came for the cast to be removed. And…what a horrible looking wrist!! My son and I cried because my wrist was as stiff as a flat piece of board that was pressed out of shape. My fingers were swollen and lifeless. I hurried to the physiotherapist who chided me. “Why didn’t you come to see me while the cast was on?”
“No one advised me”, I replied.
I knew that I was in trouble and all the research I did convinced me that full healing could take a long time…..as long as a year.
Here are a few lessons from my experience. When the great unforeseen occurs:
- Be patient with yourself;
- Be humble, the great unforeseen does not discriminate;
- Be creative and find other ways to do things.
- Use the available technology;
- Show more love to the people you now come to depend on;
- Do not be shy to ask for help; and
- Focus on the happy ending, nothing remains the same forever.