So much information

Today I met a physio that works with stroke patients, as no one else in Canterbury seems to give neuro physio...

I sat on my sofa nervously waiting until the doorbell rang and a woman dropped off a parcel which was a nice distraction.. 

'Have you hurt your arm?'

'Oh no.. I had a stroke' 

I looked up to see her shocked face..

Hours passed until the physio turned up, 

Questions were asked about; my stroke, my illnesses and how much movement I can do with my arm...

You know when you have a job interview and they talk at you; all the information about the company and shit you really don't care about.. You just want to find out if you've got the job, you nod aimlessly thinking 

'Hmm yeah I'm pretending to understand what you're saying'

I've had to take on so much information since my stroke that I feel like I could actually have a physiotherapy degree.. 

Learning all the muscle names

Where the muscles are in the body

How you connect muscles 

How you can become weak or why you get tired

And so on... 

Obviously I don't remember many of them, 

All I know is that my muscles in my wrist need to be straightened in order to learn to stretch my fingers open and get 'functional movement' 

Long...