2 1/2 weeks ago, I was moving a heavy box, it slipped and fell and really injured my hand, bent my little finger where it shouldn't have bent. It was swollen for a couple days, but quickly calmed down. Or so I thought. It hasn't been improving. So off to the dr. I went.
Or so I thought. I specifically went to our hand specialist dr.. Wasn't going to see a nurse practitioner or PA again. Wanted an actual doctor. My hands are too important. Sure enough, got there and was seen by a PA. Seriously. Thankfully, though, the actual doctor was there and overseeing my care via the PA who passed everything through the dr. I know it's important (and this is unbelievably tricky trying to type with my fingers buddied together) for experience and practice for the PA. Sometimes I wonder if it is just a way to make more money by putting more patients through and paying less overhead. Yeah, whatever.
I came away with two buddy-splints (and two to spare - and how much the charge for these will be is always a back-of-mind concern of mine) complete with instructions as how to use them. The stronger, healthier finger will carry the weight of the pinky in the hopes that the rest will allow complete healing. The splints are a bit large for my not-quite-so-large fingers, but I'll manage.
Tried to fix my breakfast, had an overlarge glove on with the last two fingers flopping all over. The next two weeks will be interesting. Hopefully helpful.
I have to keep reminding myself that it was important to have the x-rays done to rule out a break. Buddy-splints are preferable to a cast. Did learn that one joint in my pinky is bone-on-bone. No wonder I have pain.

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