Inactivity!

Every idea I have of something fun or useful to do is getting stymied! Unless it can be done one handed I'm stuck. The wound is healing but it's kind of crunchy and has little bits that get caught on material or anything stringy. One thing I've noticed that I've lost by my argument with the belt sander, is the last of my coral scars from Bermuda when I was about 8 years old. I've always been contemplative when looking at my evidence of how sharp coral can be and how long the scars stay with you and now they've gone, replaced by a coarse reminder of old age ouch! Sounds a bit like that tree that falls in an unpopulated forest...... if my scars are gone , did it ever happen?