I broke my wrist and it was so bad that the hospital technician’s eyes bugged out and she gasped when she saw the x-rays.

So I had surgery and a plate was installed which my doctor said was all he could do, but I still couldn’t use my hand.

I couldn’t play my violins–I own five of them. And I couldn’t play my guitars–and I own three of them. And I couldn’t even take a shower very well. I had no practical use of my hand, and it hurt, and I was out of work for a year.

It depressed the heck out of me.

What I thought was impossible actually happened. I got back the use of my hand.

My case was a tough one and I believe if I had gone to a good therapist instead of a great one, I’d still have no use of my hand, or limited use at best.

If you want the best, you go to HOC.

I have the use of my hand now. I thought that was going to be impossible but I had the extraordinary good luck of being treated at Hands On Care.