I just dropped the top of my pen on the floor. I’m usually super careful about handling objects as dropping them requires so much work picking them up again. But I’m on my throne–the chair I sit on every day–and my picker-upper, my grabber, is right at hand. I can easily pick it up.
There! Done: the cap is on the end of the pen. I’m particularly cautious about my keys. When I’m out, I focus on the keys all the while I’m moving out of or into the car. I know in the past, I’ve dropped the keys and I think I know why. My focus shifts from my hand holding the keys to something else, my hand relaxes and down go the keys. It’s just harder now to pick them up and I’m not supposed to bend over very far. So I keep my attention on my keys.
I have to focus upon the whole procedure of getting the walker into the trunk, picking up the cane and walking to the front of the car, keys clutched in my other hand.
It’s good for me. I rehearse it in my head and slow down. I’ve always had a bad habit of rushing things. I can’t do it now.
Elinoratplay seems anything but. Not a fair situation w both of you and Bernie in need. So sorry I can’t relieve some of your recovery effort. Our fall has been good and wish we could enjoy some of it together. Love to Sara. Hope she’s there this weekend
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