Right, so I no longer wear a cast, which is a tremendous relief because at some point that chafing of the cast hurt more than the finger. Plus it did nothing to deter idiots from running into me or pushing me or generally just hurt my already-in-pain arm. They should make casts in day-glo colors so that people know to stay the heck away from broken limbs. See, I was shopping with Perle on a crowded Saturday, leaning my cast-arm on the stroller as it gets a little heavy to wave in the air like you just don't care all day, when someone who thought I wasn't walking fast enough literally shoved me out of the way. I had Perle walking beside me on the right, and a pram full of groceries when this happened - and if there's something that kicks me into instinct-only-gear it's when a bunch of people make a highway between me and my daughter. So I lean over to hold her hand with my right and yank the stroller with me with my cast-arm, just as someone from that highway of people tries to pass me on the left and pushes said arm or rather slams into my arm full-force. Reflex makes me bend my busted fingers around the handle in an effort to hold on to everything. Ouch. Not a good reflex.
Bad news, this little incident not only hurts but has me wake up every night for a week until the doctor can take a look, I thought I had snapped my tendon again and was scared we'd have to start over.

My stitches. Purdy ain't they?

Finally I meet the doc and the physical therapist on Wednesday, they both conclude that indeed, the finger doesn't bend quite as well as it did the day the stitches came off, but luckily it still bends just wee teeeny tiny bit - so the tendon is still attached. *phew* However, bad scarring is keeping it from bending any further, and I'll have to work longer with my therapy now, I can't count on full movement until summer. Drats. That's six months longer for me to heal because some jerk couldn't just wait a second to pass a mom with her hand in a cast and her 2-year old. Thanks, stressed out stranger.

To erase the horror of that stitch-scar image, here's what a two-year old looks like when she's trying to dig her way to China.