I give up, throwing in the towel, waving the white flag.
Surrender.
This fractured torn right index finger is so messed up I really and truly can’t do much of anything. I’ve immobilized it again. And I’m pissed. Almost forced ‘Oscar’ to amputate with a tree trimmer this morning. The pain was so severe I felt like the finger was caught in an ALT (Animal Leg Trap) as opposed to a BLT- which could stand for either a Bear Leg Trap or a Bacon Lettuce and Tomato sandwich. Was tempted to chew it off.
Stories are banging on my door demanding to be written, but I can’t hunt and peck my way through a short story, let alone a novel.
Sigh. It could always be worse.
No worries. I’ll keep in touch. Hoping the (pardon my French) damn doctors will suck it up and do a surgical repair ASAP. Over. Out.
You need an advocate. Or as I like to call it a “B.” I’ll tell those doctors a thing or two and they will soon be down on their knees in front of you.
I’m usually very expensive….but for you Free!
I’m married to a doctor, Roberta. Still haven’t gotten anywhere. No worries but thanks. I’ll get this sucker fixed.
Blessings. Fingers are the very…devil…when they’re injured. Heal quickly, whatever it takes.
Thanks, Anny. Left-handed typing!
You could always get that voice activated program so you can speak instead of type but get better soon.
I could, Ray, but I won’t. Too stubborn and too pissed off. Thanks for the good wishes.
This really sucks! I hope the doctor does the surgery for you and fixes you up quick.
Thanks, Amber. Me too.