The gory photo - don't look if you can't take surgery.

This is inside now. Hutch really screwed it down tight. Healing well as a result.

Getting it done so quickly probably helped.

"Duuuude, hand me 'nother beeeeer!

My right hand is a drunken gym rat. Wild and uncoordinated. Always flexing and stretching and lifting weights.

Can't stop.

Of course I did

In no mood to go up just to get splint adjusted. Too loose for security, which is much like comfort. So, I got Dylan to trim it, since Lefty is still iffy with scissors, with a bit of steam I moulded the elastic-plastic.

So much better, snug and secure.

What a swell time

Mad strong twinges, weirdly painful, but short acting. Therapy accomplished, progress emphatic, still swold-up. Walked well, did stuff.

Pulled weeds and planted seeds, one handed sitting my butt on the ground.

All the colors of dead cells

Orthoglass splint off, plastic on, exercises assigned. First set of today done, hand scrubbed of dead skin. Derecho eager to get stronger, dismayed at the amount of damage.

Staving off fear and despair.

am I made of crackers now?

broke my right arm. when I try to sleep I keep experiencing that moment.i feel fragile and overwhelmed.

crumbling before my very eyes.

Boston feet, again.

Yup, toe broke left. Fasciitis right, point heel pain. Taping, exercising, icing, heel pads.

I needed a diagnosis more than a prescription, once I know what it is, I know what to do.