You know that feeling when you're, for whatever reason, supposed to be watching after five little kids at once? Four of them engage in productive activities such as either drawing, reading, building something out of Legos or napping, and the fifth just sits there jamming crayons up his nose and eating play dough? That's my left hand right now.
Got the splint off today and am already thinking about donating this useless sausage of a ring finger of mine to science, or anyone really. If any of you need a spare, hit me up. Functionality not guaranteed, actually quite the opposite.
It's not all bad though, the doc was cool and the first person I've actually had a longer face to face conversation with in a while once the medical stuff was done, and on top of that the insurance is paying for most of the visits, x-rays and such. Which is pretty nice, considering everything that's going on.