screwed...back together. Dr. Major B. took one look at the X-Ray and said, "Yep, it's broken." To which I retorted, "I knew THAT before the X-Ray! What are you gonna do about it?" He grinned and said he was gonna put me to sleep Friday mornin' to perform an "open reduction with internal fixation of left 5th proximal phalanx." WTF? That means he's gonna open my pinky and put 2 screws in to rejoin the pieces of broken bone.
This is actually a GOOD thing! When it heals from the surgery, I'll be able to bend the finger again. This simple action will facilitate greatly such things as grasping many objects, such as cups, glasses, forks, spoons, pens, pencils, the needles I use to do my stitchwork, the yarn I use to make cutey embellished Flip-Flops, supporting my right hand when it grips a pistol in the Weaver Stance, the steering wheel of the car, the handle of the mower, the brushes I use to groom the dawgs, my new camera, the switches for the windows in my car, the mailbox door, the door locks, the car door handle.
You think I'm whining don't you? Well, you try going thru an hour or two tomorrow with your middle, ring and pinky immobilized on your dominant hand. See just how awkward it is using just your thumb and index finger on that hand and your off hand to accomplish your normal tasks. And don't forget to wince whenever your immobilized fingers touch something or bend even slightly. OK? Then come back and we'll talk.
I think I'm doin' pretty good posting on drugs and with one hand and one finger.