To summarize, I tore ligaments in two fingers on my dominant hand. I was so swollen and in so much pain last night I couldn't barely drive myself home. Good thing my car is automatic because I hand to put my car in drive with my left hand.
I dedicate the following poem to my "tall man" and "little Petter fiddler" -- sorry for being such a hater:
Tommeltott,ETA: I just back from the doctor and my diagnosis was dead on. My finger is splinted in the neutral position and will remain that way for most of the summer. I really hope my pinky doesn't give me too many problems because I'll look like a freak with two splints. I'm supposed to go back for x-rays and re-examination when the swelling has gone down (and the lab is open). The doctor on call feared that it could be pretty serious.
Slikkepott,
Langemann,
Gullebrand,
og Lille Petter Spillemann
- traditional Norwegian nursery rhyme
Since this is the walk-in clinic where I get my allergy shot, the nurses know me and know that I came in with a torn ligament in my finger a couple weeks ago. They thought I had made it worse. They shook their heads when I explained it was a different finger on the same hand. I'm getting a reputation.
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