Hand saga and less finger action...

Yesterday I re-entered the hospital to join the normal folk having hand stuff done. Being the first time since exiting the hospital the day before I kind of felt in disguise. To be honest i did put a shirt over the main body of the brace then wrap a scarf round the neck part. This just allowed me to feel human again, for just a while anyway. Don't get me wrong I took back the scarf in Costa (it stops people moaning about their lives I find!) and when I checked in at reception just to get acknowledged. To hear that familiar "we're running about an hour late " was enough to have me running for the car. Upon D stressing my situation and letting them know that a cervical thoracic lumbar brace isn't to be sat down in for more than 20 minutes we got ourselves seated amongst the other hand cattle. "That's quite a contraption" was the first comment upon taking off my scarf! 15 minutes later after my ribs burning and needing the loo I rehastled reception with a dramatic clutching of said ribs (they did actually friggin kill). When I came out the loo there they were waiting for me. This then meant I had to let D know who was waiting patiently in a waiting room of ward 63, the ward he promised himself never to enter again having broken his finger in a rowing incident a few years ago. Due to entering the room from the other entrance I was suddenly faced with a sea of faces waiting to be called so I did what seems the only appropriate thing under the circumstances - jazz hands! Plus these were people remember I'd jumped the queue in front of so it seemed only right to do a little dance.
Unfortunately these places are kept at 100 degrees and having almost had 4 people faint at my bedside I felt the effects straight away. Not only did I then come face to face with my scarred hand but was sat side saddle on a dentists chair. I've become quite quick at acknowledging the first signs of fainting so when the sweat started beading we got that chair flat faster than Kerry Katona pops out kids and was fine again. Bish bash bosh occupational therapists moulded the splint, surgeon came round which is when I reminded him that after a Michael Buble concert he was disappointed to not get 'any' from the wife (the things you remember in surgery or what he thought I'd forget given the look on his face)and Physio did my exercises in quick succession. Out with a colourful splint, even though my ring and little finger were then immobile, within 45 minutes.
So hand done, back reversing into the back seat and off again
back home to see Mum who has come for the next 10 days. We are establishing a routine and who can get the least annoyed with the Velcro strapping of the brace. As D Jas already said he never wants to see Velcro after this!