The Answer

Okay, it's really not that juicy, but I'll tell you why I couldn't type more on my post yesterday.

I started my day with going to the doctor. You see, about 5 weeks ago I jammed my hand between my body and the corner on the wall. It was a stupid freak-accident that left me with indescribable pain, more than a usual jammed finger would leave. I couldn't move it a half of an inch without writhing in pain. Well, I splint it that night and the next morning, it felt like nothing had really happened. I was so relieved.

Over the last month, I really thought nothing of it and was just hoping that the soreness would eventually leave. It hasn't. In fact, it has gotten worse. I finally realized that my knuckle "popping" every other time I used my left hand for something was probably not a good thing because the pain increased every time. Yesterday, my knuckle had finally swollen to the size of a big, juicy grape, so I splint it again. Today, when I woke up expecting the same "overnight success", I was left with a motionless finger.

No big deal, though. The doctors took about 20 minutes to deliberate how to handle it and finally concluded that we'll wait another few weeks to see how it turns out before they give me x-rays. Meanwhile I have physical therapy exercises to keep me busy.

There you have it: the most lengthy and hypochondriacal explanation for a hairline fracture or severe sprain. "Why is she able to type a super-long post if she's in such pain?" you may ask. Let me tell you, I've been doing my therapy exercises all day to be able to write it. My readers are very important, you know.