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This is the contraption that limits my blogging, as well as various other activities. It looks worse than it is - all designed to just use the weight of my arm to put pressure on my shoulder via the strap that rubs and scratches and tears at my skin. I havent sor howered properly for over a week, relying on sponges and babywipes. Lets just say new life forms may emerge from my left armpit.

Aside from various "holding things for me", the most personal acts I have needed help with were the occasional tying of shoelaces, several cuttings up of food, and one putting a belt into my pants, and a strap adjustment on my sling. Tonight though, before a jazz band performance, exactly 0 out of about 10 people (all guys) offered to help tuck my shirt into my pants.There was a big silence after I asked for volunteers. The same silence actually that came after our bass player asked us if we thought there should be a bass solo in Bluesette. Would it have been that bad? (the solo, yes...! Tucking me in...) Would you tuck someone in if you were asked?