Little did I imagine when I dropped the tree one my hand the week before christmas that it would still be giving me trouble -- I'd figured my hand ought to have fallen off by now if there was a problem. (Short version: one of our neighbor's small pines fell partway onto the driveway, he sawed off the top ten feet or so that were in the way, but I wanted to shift the rest of it off the tree it was resting on; my right hand slipped and the stump of a broken branch punched a nice bruise into the back of my left.)
When pulling back the comforter on the bed started calling forth serious shooting nerve-type pain in my middle finger, I figured it was time to talk to a doctor. It hurts when I use my hand in certain ways, I said. Duh.
So: rest, ice, elevation, a little warm water, not quite so much typing. And all the vioxx samples I can peg down. We'll see how it is in another week or so. Oy.
Posted by wallich at January 9, 2004 01:45 PMPlease don't tell me that kneading the dough exacerbated the problem -- I'd hate to be the cause of your pain. Anyway, ask Julie to take good care of you, you do need to type, you know.
Posted by: not yr maw at January 13, 2004 10:10 AM