Going straight

Helen, the hand therapist, is a lovely lady. Well, she was until today. After consistently praising the 'lovely way the thumb was resting' - she suddenly, and without warning, turned a little Kathy Bates (in 'Misery') and decided it was time for the bugger to straighten up!

Damn it hurt. And, MJD, before you say 'train to enjoy the pain' - this was a little bit special. Analogy - you wake on a plane after being crooked for 8 hours or so and then have to wretch yourself straight. Muscles not too happy.

Try that after not moving a joint after 6 weeks! To add insult to therapy, she has remolded my splint to straighten the joint - read - turn me into a subconscious 24 hour hitchhiker.

Other than that - it all went swimmingly- thanks.