And another venelle…

And yet again it’s one very close to home. I’m trying to decide whether my ankle looks slightly slimmer or is it just wishful thinking. Wishful thinking methinks!
When I woke up my left hand was clasped in a fist and it was not opening up for anyone. Three hours, an anti inflammatory and two Co-codamol later I managed to straighten my fingers. So every hour, as well as walking around for at least 300 steps I’ve resumed my hand exercises. 
What an exciting life I lead…