OK - for those of you following the wretched saga that is my life. . . you'll recall when last we met i had broken my right hand in a freak accident caused by trying to do a good deed
My Miserable Life part 2
well - today the cast came off (well, it wasn't that kind of cast so its more that i was given permission to quit wearing it)
so here's the scene - doctor takes off cast - hand is a bit smaller and pale, but otherwise seems ok
doctor: "ok, ok, ok, ok . . . huh?"
me: "'Huh?' what does 'huh' mean?"
doc: "move this finger" (holding middle finger)
doc: "does that hurt"
me: "yeah"
doc: "how about that?"
me: "Yeah!"
doc: "huhn"
me: "ok, what's up?"
doc: "well, it seems that this middle finger has healed back wrong."
me: "healed wrong? explain please"
doc: "well, not a huge problem. but, we may need to go back and surgically fix it."
me: "surgically fix it?"
doc: "well it seems that the joint has healed crooked and it appears that you'll either have to have surgery or its going to continue being crooked and painful"
why me?