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Update-- My finger is not broken, instead fractured. I can once again return to some of my normal activity and must stop whining around the house. Why is my finger fractured? It is either because I'm too stubborn to realize that I shouldn't be engaging in basketball games with guys in their 20s or that the subtle art of the bounce pass is a lost art and dislocated phalanges are cool.

Anyways, I went to the hand specialist yesterday and he said that I have to tape my fingers but could “Play tomorrow if I needed to”. I can understand that sitting across from me could confuse a medical professional that I’m a physical specimen that is crucial to every pick up basketball game, but I told him that I would be taking the next two weeks off.

The biggest relief was the doctor telling me he wasn’t going to have to re-brake or re-set the fracture. I envisioned a scene out of Misery that ended with me weeping as I left the doctor’s office. The rational side of my brain tried to make the case that medicine has advanced to a level where this type of procedure would be quick and painless, but the side that houses pain could not be swayed from the ugly torture that is a Physical Therapist.

I will now attempt to get back to typing using capital letters and the letters on the left side of the keyboard. New stuff coming from me soon.