After I had my stroke, I couldn’t do a lot of things. Stupid little things that you wouldn’t even think about but I couldn’t do them. One thing is cracking my knuckles. I was always a big knuckle cracker. When I was growing up, I had a piano teacher that would get really mad whenever she saw me crack my knuckles. The knuckles on her fingers were huge and swollen to the point that she couldn’t take her rings off. She said this was because of cracking her knuckles a lot when she was younger. Later I became a physical therapist. My piano teacher was dead wrong. Cracking knuckles is no big deal. Whatever made her joints swell up it wasn’t from knuckle cracking. Anyway, I digress. 🙂 After the stroke I couldn’t crack my knuckles. I just physically couldn’t do that motion. This lasted for a year I think. Now I can crack my knuckles easily. Every one of them! After the stroke, I could do NOTHING with my right hand. The action of touching your thumb to every fingertip is called opposition. Couldn’t do that for a long time. I can do it easily now. Well, not easily. Maybe the word ‘easily’ is a little ambitious. I couldn’t drum my fingers on my right hand – I can now. I haven’t tried to write recently, I wonder what that would look like. Last night I went to an arts festival and this lady asked us if she could analyze my handwriting. I should have done it just to see what she would say. I use scissors now with my right hand! Maybe I shouldn’t do that, oh well! Now when I use my right hand to scratch my left arm it’s a natural thing that I don’t have to think about. I used to have to force myself to do stuff like that. I don’t have to force myself to use my right hand anymore.