Not so handy

So, the good news is, its not broken. That is at least something. The bad news is, it still hurts. A lot.

I can't actually grip anything with any purpose at the moment. Want a thumbs up? No problems. You'd like me to point something out to you? A particularly nice piece of brie on the fridge shelf, perhaps? Can do. I could even give you the finger if that's what floats your boat. Just don't ask me to open a tin of beans for you. Yesterday evening, I very nearly had to ask my housemate John to do it for me. Thankfully, I narrowly avoided that emasculation by being a brave little soldier and just getting on with it.

I felt a bit fraudulent going to the doctors. Afterall, I was in and out in five minutes. He did his obligatory prod and poke, a technique which, allied with the question 'do you feel any discomfort when I do that?', is the staple of any good GP. I always think they must be contractually obliged to ask that question, as surely the sight of me squirming in my seat, sucking in air, and saying expletives under my breath provides all the answers they need? Clearly not.

Here's a tip for you, though. If you ever hurt your hand, for whatever reason, and you want to use the internet to find out what might be wrong with it, DO NOT under any circumstances Google the words 'hand injuries', and be tempted to click on 'Images'. Trust me. It very nearly put me off my brie.