Handy Flip Flops

Went in and saw Kate again yesterday. Foolishly, I managed to get the wrong time but she fantastically saw me into her lunch hour, despite my protestations.

The ultrasound has been scheduled but I may not need it after all. Kate is a little more confident now that everything is intact.

All back on track then. Back to therapy. On to putty.

At least now I get to reek my revenge on every character from every crappy claymation serial ever screened on the ABC.

"You screwed up my childhood you oddly-shaped little fucker!!!" AAaaargh!!!

Tags: recovery, hand injury, hand therapy