day 1559 Рoccupational therapy 

walking into the hand therapy clinic made me feel inferior, maybe because of the ghetto apparatuses, maybe because i was outnumbered by elderlies. therapist did a few tests before i soaked my hand in a so called whirlpool. dipped my hand in a pot of wax before she started manipulating it in ways that was utmost uncomfortable. the passive force was tender at the shattered joint and the connecting soft tissue. i was told the improvement is promising, but also reminded me my bone was broken in pieces that also involved a joint. as such, there will be complications and requires much more patience from me