Firstly, I would like to thank whoever is reading this page, or who has read this page in the past. The past weekend saw a massive surge in readership following the publishing of the “iPad Launch Aftermath” and “The Passion of the Birthday Boy” articles. I guess it helped that the links were posted on a massively popular guy’s facebook wall. Well, in any case, thanks for reading and I hope you liked those articles over the weekend.

I’m not going to expect the same readership over the weekend to translate into this post. This is going to be more of a personal post to those who care.

That is a picture of my hand and how it looks now. A lot better than how it looked a week ago. No more dead and dried skin, and everything looks completely healed except for the Z-shaped scars which looks like a mini Zorro gave me a piece of his mind.

As I hoped in my post a week ago, I was allowed to take off the splint part time to give the hand more exercise and better mobility. It still needs to be worn when I sleep and in crowded places to avoid over-extending the newly repaired tendons. While it does look a lot better on the outside, I still can’t get my full range of movements back. I’m struggling to make a full fist and I can’t get my ring finger and my little finger to straighten.

While you may find that I have a valid reason to be frustrated, my latest trip to the physiotherapist gave me a massive reality check. The patient who saw the therapist before me had a badly injured elbow. He had metal bars stuck into his arm all around his elbow, which I think functioned to support his elbow. His wounds have yet to dry and were still under heavy bandage. It was really close to resembling a real cyborg arm. Compared to his, my injuries seemed like little scratches. And he seemed damn cool and relaxed about it.

That kind of put things into perspective. However bad you think your situation is, there are always people who in far worse ones. Just a small reminder to always be grateful.

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