a little whine with our cheese?

I doubt I will get much further with this than to tell those few of you who have wondered that I have  reached the other side of my hand surgery with flying colors——at least with regard to postoperative pain: I have  had none.

I’m struggling against frustrations imposed by only being able to wiggle my fingers inside a bulky dressing. This is obviously most limiting when it comes to typing, but the speech to text software is helping with that, at least for casual writing like the blog  (have I ever made myself stop long enough to post) and e-mails.

I have some more serious writing deadlines coming up very soon, and find it almost impossible to compose  by voice–as if I were leaving a message on an answering machine. You know what I mean?

I go back to the doctor  in one week for casting; I’ll be in cast for  a month, then in a rigid splint for who knows  how long after that.

Thanks to those who have inquired about my condition, and I’m very pleased thus far to have no other symptoms other than severe whininess, plus considerable itching under the ace bandage. The cold handle the large metal spoon works wonders in this regard.

I will tell you that this morning’s job list includes researching the use of Xanax for dog storm phobias. Last night was one of the worst episodes ever. To make matters worse, our 85 pound yellow lab  Tsuga stepped on my wife’s foot in his panic. So now she and I mope around and complain about our damaged parts.

Ain’t life a hoot?