physical therapy, yet again

i got to have 20 minutes with my hand in the dry whirlpool. sounds like an oxymoron to me, but i put my hand into a closed rectangular prism with lots of husks of some sort in it that were being warmed and pushed against my hand. i was to work on making a fist (and read junky magazines).

after that, i learned how to massage my hand to help the swelling go down (easier if i had 2 other hands, but i'll make do), right before starting my stretches.

some more kid toys, taking plastic nuts off plastic bolts, also putting in more little metal cylinders. these were larger in diameter than the last ones, but went farther into their slots, so were harder to take out.

also some moving from one position to another, to get the tendons used to gliding.

much of this was accompanied by talk of food (big surprise, right?). i really should bring them something, some flatbreads, perhaps.

and i was told to start using my hand more, start walking with the arm down (which feels almost odd, now), etc.

home briefly, then back to the appt with the physician's assistant. this is the one who put on the splint so horribly painfully, and i remain unimpressed with her.

she calls me "donna," which is not my name. what's the chart for, after all?

then there are questions about the date of my accident, pinning, unpinning etc. hello? has she looked at my chart at all? i mean, she's been there for most of my visits, seen me, even.

then she wants to see my hand, take measurements of motion. i say something about comparing them to the measurements taken last week by the physical therapist. oh, did they take measurements? that file doesn't come over for a while, she'll look at it then.

she used a metal protractor in ways that made me trust the other measurements (when they were taken) as more accurate.

and i know it's petty, but she took off the bandaids (not a dressing, with lots of gauze, etc, just 2 bandaids! :) put on about an hour before in therapy, saying she'll put more on later, and doesn't.

thank goodness the doctor is back from vacation next week! (and i may begin strength training then, too. something to look forward to, esp since my left forearm is skinnier than my right.)

snippets

the neighbors put in a new patio last fall, and now i'm seeing what it means for me: less green visible from my porch :-(

i hate that there are ants invading my place right now. for me, it's worse than mice, by far, i think because we had ants when i was growing up. the exterminator would come every so often, spray stuff that smelled awful and was probably toxic. blech.

i finished the curried cauliflower improv from last night, the last bit with some eggs poached in it. yum. i'm still reveling in the cooking power.
oh, dang - i have to get one of those egg-stractor things (i wonder if pearl art has them? hopefully i'll remember to call.) so i can save the shells for cthulhia.

from saturday's gaming: someone mentioned there's an online translator into swedish chef. someone else said there's a translator for mr. t-speak (from the a-team; i assume he doesn't talk like that outside the show). so... what about putting something through both translators, one after the other? would it make a difference which was first? (are they commutative?) alas, i am too lazy to try to find the actual urls.

accomplishments of the day: finished state taxes, therapy, a chapter of index checking, paid condo fees for the year, boggle playing... hmmmm. i think i need to do something useful tonight...