The operation on my left hand still hurts despite a timelapse of nearly seven weeks but it is far straighter than before, when it stuck out like a sore thumb; sorry I meant to say a sore finger. Before the operation, it was at an angle of 85 degrees.
Many times I was forced to use my other hand when the left one got stuck in small gaps. It was an advantage at the pub and my turn to pay arrived because my fingers were unable to reach the wallet in my back-tapered pocket.
I have been going back to the hospital every Tuesday for the past seven weeks to have the dressings changed and found out from one of the nurses that one of the female surgeons used to be a secretary. Suppose she would be a natural at shorthand.
A week after the operation I started to have spells of dizziness when the whole room spun round, especially when I moved from an upright position to a horizontal one. And vice -versa.
Apparently, its something to do with my inner ear, and before you ask they did a brain scan and never found one.
Don’t expect any of this writing to make sense, because it never has.