My appointment with the surgeon is set for Monday, so I won’t know anything until then. I’m still keeping my fingers crossed that this is nothing more than a nicked tendon that just needs to be immobilized for a few weeks and not $30,000 reconstructive surgery and months of physical therapy. Because guess what! I don’t have health insurance! Isn’t that awesome?
(My response on the way home from the hospital was that if I went out and committed a crime THAT NIGHT, then they would put me in jail and then the government would have to pay for it. However, the response of my mother, Pete’s mother, and PETE HIMSELF was: “Ok, if we/you just run out and get married right now, you can have my/his health insurance.” Is that weird to anyone else? Nothing says “true love” like insurance fraud!)
I’m incredibly frustrated with the world right now because I can’t do things easily. Do you know how much I have taken for granted? Trying to put my hair up in a pony tail is highly difficult with only nine fingers, as is putting on my own damn bra. Though I did have a small victory this morning when I figured out how to do it (you put in on backwards!), I’m still frustrated by a million other things.
Mostly that I can’t open a bottle of wine by myself. Damnation.