IT has been a month since my last article. I found it awkward to type with my left fingers as my right arm is in a sling after surgery to reattach a torn tendon on my right shoulder. The culprit was a bone spur with a sharp edge probably formed from years of a bad golf swing which I now blame for my poor golf scores.
Having been a righ-handed person all my life, I found it difficult to adapt to doing normal chores with my left hand, from washing my hair to handling toilet paper to putting on clothes. I felt a tinge of regret for ignoring the usefulness of my left hand all these years, using it only when it was needed when I had to coordinate with two hands.
