This morning I did
my usual shopping, Master felt well enough to come with me. He slept
quite well last night, we were able to replicate the system they had
the hospital with a lamp and the rope and keep his hand up. It is not
ideal though, I had to get up several times and straighten
everything.
As we are going to
stay here for some weeks now, I decided to clear my room and bring
everything into the office.
We came to the
house to pack some stuff. Master was very particular which clothes he
wanted. We will have to cut some sleeves, so his hand can fit
through. So he chose some older items we can use for that. He dresses
well and it is important to him how he looks.
We have already
noticed how much he cannot do. All of his shoes have laces. I have to
do them up, he can undo them. Brushing his teeth, combing his hair,
pulling trousers up and doing them up. I have to help him get dressed
and undressed, he cannot do buttons. All takes a bit longer. I have
to cut up his food. He wet shaves, and he has already decided he will
have to be a frequent visitor to the barber in the street. Luckily we
can afford that.
I do not mind at
all to have to do this, any partner would for their loved one. I knew
a slave in Toronto who had to dress his mistress. She did not do a
thing.
Master says he
could have opted for a cast, but by having the operation and the
wires put in, he will be able to use his fingers sooner, and
everything will heal faster. He will have more mobility earlier.
Taking a shower
this morning was quite interesting. We had to put a plastic bag over
the hand and tape it securely. I soaped him and washed him, and had
he not been so uncomfortable and in pain, it would have been a very
long shower.
I have posted on
his blog that he will take a break due to his injury and people
should read mine. So I will have to post often, and of course Master
will check what I write. Puuh, I am all over the place again. I have
not really got over my anxiety yet. I am trying to make sense of
everything. I do not want to burden Master with my little problems.
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