After almost four days of living with a splint I have gained new empathy for Captain Hook and learned a few things about myself:
- I have mastered the “pincer grip.” Crabs and lobsters have nothing on what I can do with my thumb and forefinger.
- Certain bathroom activities are much harder to do one handed.
- Typing can still be done with two hands, but it is awkward and looks ridiculous.
- I am doing less typing because it is harder than normal. I owe many of you responses to your comments.
- Absentmindedly scratching my nose can be painful.
- If I filed the end of my splint into a sharp pointy end I could become a very dangerous man or alternatively well equipped to roast marshmallows.
- The Shmata Queen still can’t believe how advanced medicine is. Maybe if she’d stop using the burning river as a point of reference she’d be happier. For that matter if she just listened to me she’d be happy 98.7% of the time.
- Driving at night is interesting. If I raise my splinted hand up from the wheel other drivers assume I am making nasty gestures at them.