Just had one of the last birthdays in my 70’s. (Gulp! My 80’s are just around the corner.) And to add injury to insult, less than two weeks before Turkey Day, I fractured my elbow….on my dominant arm. But I was lucky. No excruciating pain. Only some– mild and intermittent. As the medical technician painted me in a plexiglass cast from my wrist to my elbow, I started fretting about the challenges ahead, like driving home. Not to mention living alone. It’s a lot harder to manage everyday tasks with only your non-dominant hand, like taking a shower, getting dressed, doing dishes, and opening cans. (I must have a right-handed.
