Monday Morning

I thought the Drs examining my arm were cruel but they have nothing on my phsyio.

She is a tiny little thing barely 5 feet tall and yet she can inflict pain and torture with the best of the Spanish Inquisition. I do know it is for my own good but that doesn't make it any better when all you want to do it yell and say "Please no more!!" I am amazed at the strength of her. She is tiny and so cute.

Still she is getting some results - I could straighten my arm 52 degrees now she has got it to 70 degrees; she isn't sure I will get much more back but that isn't stopping her from trying. The major concern is turning my palm upward - despite inflicting such torture it isn't improving.

I never realised how hard it is to rub the back of your neck when you can't turn your palm, even dressing is awkward, I have to learn old skills over again a new way. I am just hoping I will be able to knit, crochet and sew.

Fortunately I can still type and paint - been spending a lot of time doing some charcoal studies, male nude torso will probably do some in watercolours and oils once I decide which studies have turned out best - and of course, the computer is a mainstay.

This year I will have to forgo making my Christmas cakes - I usually make between 25 and 40 to give as presents to the relies and friends but it involves a lot of heavy lifting and I am not allowed to lift more than 2 kgs with my arm yet. So now I have to figure out what to give people instead, this will be the first time in about 30 years I haven't made my cakes - I know there will be a lot of disappointed people but they will get over it.