My right hand returns

Cast off!
Oh my dear, wonderful and my only right hand, welcome back!

It doesn’t matter that you seem terribly sore. Or that your skin seems scaly and left for dead. We both agree that the cast wasn’t entirely nice to you.

Slowly, as the soreness fades, I will have you back doing things that you always did and I never noticed. For starters, I will no longer spend countless minutes tying up buttons. Shoelaces would be a cinch. And using the same hand for squeezing shampoo and pouring on to will no longer need to be done! Dressing up will not be a function of finding a jersey with the widest sleeves. Nails wills be cut in a smooth non animal fashion.

Ha Ha! Take that Mr. Hairline fracture. Wince, if you must as you watch my right hand wield a Chef’s knife and slice through onions to make delicious gravies. Stirring with left hand was poor and improper. Oh, it is all coming back now.

Soon, my right wrists would dance with badminton rackets and flick ultimate Frisbee’s. Perhaps, boxing and bar fights would have to wait. Not entirely terrible, right? Right hand?

The best of all though is to be able to cup my steely gear knob as I shifted, or turn with both hands with a firm grip over the responsive TSX steering wheel. Or for that matter, turning the ignition over itself!

Never will I ever regret the fact that I wasn’t left handed. You have been my right hand.

The right hand. Always.

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