Why Am I Typing With One Hand
The answer my friends is that I dislocated the ring finger on my right hand. It happened during my third game of basketball. I blocked a shot and felt my finger move in a strange direction. I looked down and saw that the top half was twisted in an odd direction.
So I told the guys to find a sub for me and went off to get a bag of ice. I stuck it in the bag for about ten minutes and then when it felt numb I tried to snap it back into place. Three times I yanked upon it and three times I was denied.
Grumbling I headed to the locker room and carefully removed my clothes. I am right handed so it was a bit of a challenge. For a moment it reminded me of the first time I tried to unhook a bra. There were a few similarities. Both times I was intent upon getting naked and both times I foolishly fumbled around. The good news is that this time I wasn’t worry about trying to be cool, I knew that I’d get lucky.
Ok this wasn’t the same. There wasn’t any excitement tied to it. I grumbled and cursed under my breath. I quickly showered and headed off to Urgent Care. It was time to see a doc. They took x-rays and confirmed that it wasn’t broken. Then the nice resident and her attending took turns trying to reset it. After three unsuccessful tries it became apparent that Jack’s mighty tendon is just as stubborn as the rest of me.
So they called in the Ortho. I told him that I am not a hero, numb the damn finger. Of course this followed my own unsuccessful attempts to reset it and the docs.
Fortunately he got it done the first time and then they outfitted me with this nifty splint. So now I am doing my best to type one handed. This followed my miserable attempts to write left handed. I can’t wait to see how many other things are more challenging with one hand. Come to think of it, I just might have to go on a liquid diet.