Princess Lefty

The better looking of my hands would be more comfortable on a velvet pillow

I wasn’t aware of it until I broke a bone in my right hand that my left hand is something of a princess. A kind, helpful princess but a princess, nevertheless, available to assist my dependable workhorse right hand when necessary.

Unlike my right hand, Princess Lefty is never fully in charge of any activity. Princess Lefty unaccustomed to taking on the simplest jobs is awkward and useless when comes to unscrewing jar tops, turning doorknobs, or rotating a key in the ignition to start the car. My right hand with a splint on my third and fourth fingers, demoted to helper tries to assist but frequently screws up. The splint sticks out awkwardly and knocks into the windshield wiper control, accidentally turning the wipers on when I’m trying to start the car.

Princess Lefty the better looking of my two hands would be more comfortable lying on a velvet pillow being admired and photographed, rather than engaging in useful activities. Princess Lefty complains achingly about having to do so much. My right hand, the injured one (xray pictured above) is stoic and hardly ever complains.