Continuing in the celebration of minor victories: First time since surgery that I’ve been able to hold my shaver in my right hand, and actually use it to get a decent shave. The hand and wrist got really tired, but my mood was exultant.
THIS is what it means to continue to look on the positive side.
I took my brace off last night to go outside on the snowy deck to do devotions. One of the first things that I thanked God for was for a warm coat.
(I haven’t been easily able to wear a coat over the brace. Any coat will grab on it, push and pull on it, and generally make it painful.)