the corner office

Sweet freedom. The cast is off, and the pin/knitting needle is out, a souvenir I managed to save from the 'sharps' bin to scare the grandkids with one day. The hand is crusty, swollen, still bruised and misshapen, with a lovely scar and a nice big blood-stained dressing over the pinhole.

But I can type again with two hands (clumsily, and slightly painfully), and I can visit the mens' room and conduct my affairs using the hand Nature intended. Joy!