The Buddy System

Give the ER a C- on their report card. According to the orthopedist I saw today, the emergency room should not have put the busted digit in a splint. They should have taped the fractured finger to a good finger, aka the buddy system. AND I needed to purchase a stress ball to squeeze three times a day. The fractured finger is now taped to a partner, and in a week, I can take the tape off and go about my business unless the finger hurts. Then he said to stop whatever I was doing to cause the pain. In his words, “It’s no big deal.”

I asked him about the green color that finger has turned. His reply was, “You would turn green too if someone twisted you around sideways.” His diagnosis was “dislocated fracture” but “hairline fracture” and it sounds like I’m pretty much good to go in about a week.

My current problem is typing with two fingers taped together. If Robo-Finger typing was difficult, that procedure was minor compared to two fingers going after the same key constantly. I keep telling myself it’s only week. Put a cork in it. Get on with life. Forget about it. Maybe hold a secret grudge against the Big Dog. Maybe not. Maybe whisper subliminal messages in the Little Dog’s ear to order the Big Dog around more than usual.

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