Some of the basic tasks have become difficult for me. Brushing teeth is one of them. My left hand won't stay steady and hits my nose--because I have black humor it sends me into fits of laughter. My right arm is getting weak as well. I hold my rinse cup with 2 hands and carefully raise it hoping that I don't spill it. So far so good.It's now impossible for me to get my socks on and off. My left hand won't grip and my right arm won't reach. When I'm home alone I keep my socks on at all times. I had learned to pull them up with a "reacher grip bar." Unfortunately I have lost the strength to do this.
No longer can I make myself a cup of coffee, pour a glass of water or file my nails. Thank heavens for my care workers! I try not to think too far ahead for fear I might go crazy. I can still enjoy every day and I'm thankful for the time I have. However, I'm human and grieve my losses.
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