Difficult Things to do With One Arm

(especially your off arm)

Tie shoes
Put on socks
Get your keys out of your right hand pocket
Light matches
Type
Put peanut butter on toast
Chop vegetables
Wash dishes
Carry anything large, like a laundry basket
Open pill bottles
Preach (a small music stand, a large Bible and a fan blowing papers around all become huge factors)
Dress a two year old
Change a two year old's crappy diaper

I was able to accomplish all of the above at least once.

Cut meat (my friend Colin did this for me once at a restaurant - we got some interesting looks)
Grind pepper
Hold a new born baby
Shake hands properly

I was unable to accomplish any of the above.

Comments

Anonymous said…

you can truly identify with your grandfather who lost his hand permanently when he was just a few years older than you. MOM

2:30 pm

Unknown said…

I exploded my wrist in a motorcycle accident. i have found it hard also to

open a new box of cereal.
open a jar.
eat steak (has to be cut by somebody else).
I also always have a habit of putting my cell phone in the other pocket. plenty of missed calls there.

i feel your pain typing is annoying as well but doable

10:55 am

Anonymous said…

Hi, i am 14 years old and i have one arm. I was just born that way no big deal. I have just found that being in public a ton of shallow people stare at you so i just put my self in my own world. Sometimes it does suck like wearing different kinds of tops or dating but for the most part it is alright. I do ask my self why me almost everyday. I have been doing what most of you said is hard ever sense day one so to me it isnt to bad i can do everything, even a cart wheel and tieing my shoes. Things just take me a little while longer or i do it a little differently. At times i wish that we did'nt live in such a shallow world and people weren't so cruel. I guess their just the example of what not to be.

8:21 pm

Anonymous said…

At 18 I had a paralysed right arm as a result of a motorcycle accident. It was believed it would be for life, but after a couple of years I recovered. I taught myself to write left handed, tie shoes and ties with one hand

6:28 am

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