I think I’ve mentioned the awkwardness of dealing with day-to-day activities, haven’t I? I’m too lazy – and handicapped – to even check what I have previously written (using one hand, remember).
Last night I was to attend a rather formal function – well, not function, really – I had tickets to the ballet.
Well, going out – all dressed up, so to speak - does not sound like needing too much extra effort just because one arm and hand are out of action.
Attending the ballet with an arm in a cast may not seem like a chore. But, let me tell you, it was a different experience.
Firstly, what to wear? Looking at all my “posh” outfits, I found that most of them had fastenings and/or narrow sleeves with which I couldn’t cope. Also, any trousers that had tricky clips or buttons were out, as I might quite possibly need a visit to the lavatory at least once during the evening and could hardly expect a total stranger to help me do up my pants afterwards! So, I finally decided on a pair of pull-up black slacks (no zip or button) topped by a fairly old, but comfortable black and white, flexible & stretchy top with short sleeves - easily fitting over the rigid cast.
A loose linen jacket completed the outfit and my husband kindly fastened the pearl necklace.
As is usual when we go to such performances, we went to the Arts Centre Bistro for a pre-show meal and glass of wine.
Now the new problem was what to eat?
Well, it’s fine at home asking for help in cutting up a meal, and, it’s fine at home making a little mess when eating one-handed, but in public? And all dressed up? Awkward!
I ended up ordering a bowl of ‘beer-battered fries’ and a glass of white wine.
It was an unusual meal, but (surprisingly) very tasty, with a creamy dipping sauce as accompaniment.
The evening went very well. The ballet - La Sylphide – was beautiful.
My only other problem was that I was unable to applaud when I really wanted to!