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[lydy]

So, this is the first thing I have touch-typed in a month. It's, um, a little rocky. The nice surgeon told me to stop buddy-taping the fingers today, and to start exercising. Basically, I'm supposed to try to make a fist many times a day. He said that it should hurt. And oh, does it hurt. My dislocated finger neither bends all the way nor straightens all the way, and attempts to make it do so hurt like the devil. The surgeon said that I have three months. That's it. After that, whatever use I've gotten back will be all that's available. And, I've used up a month already. So, when you put it that way, I want to exercise a lot. But then I do that thing, and I start to wonder if maybe this partially crippled finger wouldn't be a perfectly livable choice, after all.

So, that's the finger news. Aren't we all thrilled, now?