Tuesday I spent all morning in the operating room, having some surgeon reattach my ring finger tendon to the place where it should be, instead of having it curled up in the middle of my hand where it apparently was. No need to go under for this type of surgery, a local numb-my-entire-arm anaesthetic would do, so I was looking forward to witnessing the surgery. Alas, they gave me a calmative/sedative before the operation, and whatever that was it was powerful stuff which sent me straight to sleeping like a log and having terribly confusing dark dreams. yuck.

So I woke up with my hand wrapped up like this. The nurses and doctors keep asking which hand is my strong hand and I always reply that I'm ambidextrous, as I can draw with both hands. I never realized how much I do rely on my left hand until now that I can't use it, I keep trying to pick things up, open doors, unlock stuff, grab cutlery, tie shoes and all sorts with this cast monster. Do'h! Miklas loves the comedy though, as I can't seem to stop doing dumb things such as scratch my nose or wipe my forehead with the painfully heavy cast hand - resulting in a stereo-Ow since both my hand and my poor forhead hurts. I'm an old dog who can't learn new tricks. *scratch* - ow, ow!