Paperclips

Moving my wrist feels so excruciatingly good. Eating with a fork and my right hand a messy pleasure. Out of the splint when at home. Wear it out, because there is less control of my environment. The skin is so sensitive, though, irritated, from being under cover so much of the time for so long. Slept with a sock on my arm, but without the splint. Glorious. One of the exercises is exactly the same as two handed cat throat scritching, so I'm ahead of the game there.


Picked up some paperclips to palm and practice fine opposing finger skills. I can use dry beans as well. It's still hilarious to have a drunken right hand. Also, play-doh.





My joy and distraction.