One Last Christmas Present. (Squeamish Readers be Warned.)

So I still had one more present to open on the day after Christmas. Only trouble, it was inside my pinky finger.
All prepped and waiting.


When I woke up this is what my hand looked like.


It's almost like we are brothers.


Having painful and immobile limbs is a good way to get more R&R time.


Shower fun.


Joela knows how to relax too.


So yesterday they took the bandage off and here's what was underneath. Apparently, I don't even get to keep my Christmas present. The doctor gave it to a friend of his who opened it and declared it to be a Periosteal Chondroma; a rare tumor of the cartilage which is both benign and non-recurring.

This is what my hand looked like when I left the physical therapist. They want my wrist immobile so I am forced to use my fingers, they want the pinky taped to the ring finger so it is forced to move with it. I also got some exersices to do and a resensitizing kit so I can retrain the damaged nerves in my pinky. Stitches out next week.

Happy New Year!