19 october 2009, let my write hand NOT wither...

Tuesday 20th October 2009

My day was dominated by my right hand – and it’s a while since that's happened. I’ve had a real problem dogging me since the summer. Now, 3 months, 2 mri scans and several possible diagnoses later, I know the problem. It’s not arthritis, a trapped nerve or a slipped disc, but a torn ligament. It was caused by my lifting something, and there’s a 60/40 chance it can be fixed with a keyhole operation to shave away the tear and some months of taking it easy. My other half is very worried about surgery, and so I am going to ask whether any alternative course (like keeping it in a splice for weeks) has any chance of fixing it. As had the hospital first thing, I drove into work, parking in the big ncp car park on oxford street. It was broken into (no cctv of course – nor were the lifts working for my £14 a day). Someone smashed the glass for a tomtom. I’d hidden it, but left the sucker on the windscreen. Frier (sucker in another sense). Mass of glass and upset. In nearly 7 years in germany, not only did we not experience ANY crime, but no-one we knew ever experienced any, and in our first house - I exaggerate not - half the cars in the street were usually left unlocked. Not a good day.