...bubkiss. No carpal tunnel, no RSI, no nothing. Quite a let down, as mentally, I'd prepared myself for disfiguring surgery that would make me even more of a hit with the girls. I'll definitely be seeking a second opinion, as not only does it seem to be getting worse, the doctor was in full autistic, man-of-science mode, too busy playing with his electronic pencil to look me in the eye and unable to comprehend the fact I play neither golf nor tennis. When he told me to search the internet for wrist exercises and I said "how do you think I got this condition in the first place?", he just stared at me blankly and started pawing a leaflet from WebMD. Why must one suffer so intolerably? *Sigh*

