Pinkie Drama

So, today I wore a splint-y thing on my pinkie cause I think I have a hairline fracture in there.

I was gesticulating madly as I got into my hunny’s car about a month ago. Who knows what story I was telling! Waving my right hand in the air, I shoved my pinkie head-on into the door frame. And it hurt. Big time. But I mistakenly assumed that it would stop.

It didn’t.

So five weeks later

twice I’ve banged it against the gear shift in my car – ow – ow

and twice I’ve wrenched it away from the rest of my hand – ow – ow

I’m using the backspace like never before because I only have use of parts of my right hand. Instead of a ring finger and pinkie, I have this weird morph of the two: a ringkie finger. It’s enormous and useless and just sticks off the side of my hand inappropriately.

It’s not good for typing.

Or writing.

Or anything involving fingers.

I went to school today wearing my splint. Of course, my kids were horrified.

Kid: What happened to your hand?! look on face of complete mortification.

Me: I hit it against my car and it hurts sometimes, so I put a splint on it.

Other Kid: Does it hurt?

Me: Not much. Only if I hit it on something.

Third Kid: Did you break it?

Me: No, I’m just trying to protect it so it can heal right.

Fourth Kid: Does it hurt?

Me: repeating Not really. Only if I hit it on something.