Let us not dignify my punctuation quibbles as "English" . . .
Although I'm tempted to warn against misusing a comma to divorce a subordinate clause from its conjunction.
More seriously, thanks for your good wishes.
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As for my wretched dynamic splint, I shouldn't complain.
A friend has revealed that when he broke his elbow a few years ago, he ended up sitting across a table from a husky physical therapist, who simply grabbed his arm and straightened it for fifteen minutes every session.
I don't dare mention this to Maddy the Occupational Therapist because I don't want to give her any ideas.
Although Maddy is slender and attractive, she is also about six-foot-four and might break my arm.
