I began this blog at the behest of my friend Dana. Shortly after Christmas in 2010, I was stricken with Bell’s Palsy. The right half of my face became paralyzed. Gradually some of it came back, but some of it did not. For months and months I had to tape my right eye shut at bedtime so that my cornea would not dry out. My eye could not blink or stay closed on its own. Months went by and physical therapy only did a little bit of good.
I have always been a big smiler. But you see, my smile was now lopsided. Only the left half of my mouth could smile. It dragged on my heart. But do you know what I missed most of all? Whistling. For the life of me, I could not whistle. I could not pucker, I could not even whistle if I held my face in a whistle-y shape. I had always been one to whistle while I worked. I would whistle a tune sometimes when I walked, or did chores. It was a happy sound, and oh how i missed it.
I got the happy whistling thing from my daddy. He was one to whistle a happy tune any old time. He. too, got Bell’s Palsy many many years ago. After a number of years, he got his whistle back. He cherished that so very much in his remaining years.
Well, yesterday it happened. I was talking to my son after my tutoring and my walk. All of a sudden, for the first time in months, I decided to try to whistle. By golly, I could. I was so startled that I had to stop and try a number of times. Now, eventually, I had to grasp my lips a teensy bit to hold the pucker. But I could do it.
Today I was working on some paperwork and I tried it again. Each time I can whistle more of a tune. Oh, yeah ~~