Please Take Note

That I am capitalizing again. Why? Because I can hit the "shift" key. Why? Because Surgeon Steve said NO MORE SPLINTS FOR YOU, YOUNG LADY! (Except that he should have said NO MORE SPLINTS FOR YOU, MIDDLE-AGED LADY!)

Anyway. I am free. Free at last! Free at last!

It's very true that my hand and wrist feel naked and limp. But the thumb works and the index finger points and all the tendons seem to be lining up like planets in 2012. Or whenever it is that the world is supposed to end. In which case it won't matter if my thumb works and my index finger points.

But whatever. I'm still happy. In fact I'm so happy I think I may eat a cupcake today.

Yes, Louise, you're right

i did write that last post to encourage myself to keep going. Especially now that I am one-handed. Speaking of which.

I spent two hours at PT yesterday. TWO HOURS. The guy at the table next to me nearly lost his hand because he got a staph infection after getting nicked by a screw. He didn't even bleed. But before long the guy's hand was a big fat puffy BALLOON and suddenly doctors were all dude! I think we might need to chop that thing off!

Only they didn't. You gotta HAND it to his doctors to find another option.

Yup. A good hand horror story like that makes los dos horas at La Casita de Physical Therapy totally worth it.