One of the first things you’ll notice about me — besides my inability to walk and talk or my propensity to drool excessively after yawning or the fact that I still think farts are funny — is that my hands always seem to be balled up in a fist. No, I’m not looking for the ALS chapter of Fight Club — the first rule of ALS Fight Club is don’t eye gaze about ALS Fight Club — it’s just that ever since I was diagnosed in February 08, my digits have been waging a losing battle with prolonged extension. Basically, it is absolutely friggin impossible for me to stretch out my fingers.
Until we met Felix from DynaSplint.
Felix came over, assessed my situation, and fitted me for a pair I could call my own. He got approval from the HMO known for Thriving in one short fortnight and even spent an hour over the house yesterday educating my posse on their setup and proper usage. Here’s the skinny:
I place my hands palm down, fingers spread wide in what looks like from underneath a tiny baseball glove. The plastic mitt is attached to a splint which in turn is fastened quite securely to my wrist. The net effect is a most pleasant and sustained stretch of my fingers and wrists.