Look, Ma, Two Hands!

Also, capital letters. So happy.

The nice doctor took off the splint today. The ring finger and middle finger are buddy-taped, so I am not, in fact, touch typing. But, eight fingers is so much better than five.

The finger was considerably less swollen,though it still looks somewhat swollen and malformed. The incision is awfully wandering and ragged, but there you go. I have driven today, and that works ok, although it is more difficult. I cannot flex the finger very far, and it is tender to any slight impact or jamming. It is numb on one side. They appear to think the healing process will take between six and ten weeks. The numbness is expected to go away, but could last several months. They are vastly unconcerned, possibly because, as the surgeon said, "Frankly the ring finger isn't very important. Now if we were talking about a thumb..." I would be more upset at this attitude if I thought there were things they weren't doing that they could be doing, but I don't think there are.

I go back to work on Sunday, which is a relief. Insurance appears to have paid for the bulk of this, which is also a relief.

So, life is improving, and I am happy. Ten-fingered typing is still a long way off, but man this is so much better. You cannot imagine how happy I am to have my capital letters back. Also, my IQ has risen by at least 30 points.

I have the best family ever

I just wanted to say a public thanks to DDB and Pamela for taking such good care of me. This whole thing was enormously vexing, but they made it so much easier than it could be.

Pamela took over feeding and medicating my cats, and cleaning the cat boxes. I could have done these things if I'd absolutely had to, but it would have been very difficult, and sometimes painful. Since she was doing these things, this allowed me to sleep whenever I wanted to, which was just incredible. The first week after my accident, I was sleeping about fifteen hours, awake for about five, and then sleeping for fifteen.

David took care of a bunch of day-day stuff that was difficult or impossible, like doing the dishes and brushing my hair. He was also incredibly patient with my whining. And biggest sacrifice of all, he got up early to take me to the vet -- I mean doctor's -- for follow-ups.

There were other little things, too many to name, that they just did for me. It helped so much.

Thank you.