Day 1: A broken toothbrush is like a sprained wrist: it’s useless.
Day 2: It’s still pretty useless, but can be used in emergency situations. Pain will be involved.
Day 3: It’s functional, but I don’t want anyone to see me use it. It still has problems with hard to reach areas.
Day 4: It’s starting to resemble it’s former self. If you don’t look too closely at it … or use it too much, you wouldn’t know it wasn’t 100% yet.
Day ???: It works great and will be severely underappreciated once again.
Things I couldn’t do with my right wrist and hand on Day 1
– start my van
– hold anything heavier than air
– negotiate buttons, unscrew jar lids, or wash the left side of my body properly
double note: on Day 1 it hurt like hell … but I rolled up my sleeve (a co-worker rolled up the other one for me) and I carried on.
triple note: spraining a wrist hurts, but I’m sure any body part … or anybody’s part of their body would be the same … or similar but in a different area and with a different function … or it might be worse.
Things can always be worse, but they can always be better too!
quadruple note: negotiating with buttons doesn’t work … getting mad, pleading, making promises, and crying don’t work either.
notes to myself #73
One of your arms breaks when you are 18 months old … after that you just seem to bend stuff.