|Look at that face.|
- Getting dressed: Honestly, I could manage almost every article of clothing except for my bra. If Matt wasn't around to help me, I resorted to camis with built-ins and looser clothes. Girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
- Ponytails: Hair styling of any kind was quite cumbersome--I resorted to paying money at the local beauty bar several times just so I would look halfway decent. Worst of all, I couldn't hide my hair troubles with a ponytail. It took me about a month and a half to do one myself; until then, I relied on my mom/MIL, friends, and any woman in the immediate vicinity to take care of it for me.
- Personal care: Showers were obviously out of the question, so of course Matt had to help me with washing my hair and whatnot for a good while. I also needed help with toothpaste, perfume, putting on jewelry, etc. There is currently a dent in my Tory Burch rollerball perfume lid, because one morning I got frustrated and tried to open the lid with my teeth. Needless to say, that was an unsuccessful endeavor.
|Headbands and hats were my best friends.|
- Paper towels and soap dispensers: One day, a little girl in the Nordstrom bathroom watched me as I struggled to get soap out with my elbow. Thanks for the help, kid! Paper towel dispensers that required you to grab with both hands and pull were also my enemy.
- Driving: For about two and a half weeks, I was in a hard cast that went past my elbow, so there was no driving to be had. Many thanks to Matt and several co-workers for chauffeuring me around.
Despite all the setbacks, I feel very lucky that my injury wasn't worse. Recovery has been slow, but I'm certainly making progress. I'm so thankful I have Matt, who was basically a superstar during all of my ups and downs, and my parents, who helped us out after surgery. And let's not forget this dood: