physio

I thought that when I broke my arm I would be in a cast for a few weeks, get loads of sympathy and then the cast would come off and I would be back to normal.

What a crock of shit.

Two weeks out and my arm is still about as dextrous as a dead pig's trotter - I went for my first physiotherapy session today. I have no idea where I get these rosey misconceptions from but I had it in my head that I would go to see the doctor - they would crack my hand about a bit and then, magically, it would be loads better and I would be able to get back on my bike and pick up things that are heavier than crisps.