Dressing

I accidentally put my shirt on inside-out the other day. I noticed immediately but just as quickly decided to leave it be. It wasn’t worth the extra shoulder pain to fix it. The perfectionist part of me was pissed off about that, but she was in pain, too, and chose not to throw a fit. And to put things in perspective, it was such a minor indignity compared to the day of my father-in-law’s funeral, when I had to ask for my husband’s help getting both dressed and undressed. My everyday around-the-house clothing I can manage, thankfully. Dresses and bras with clasps I cannot.