Learn to Adapt (Go!)

During the first half of play of the first Team 4 two-handed touch football league I jammed my finger returning a punt. I actually advanced a few yards, which was a huge improvement from my first return. As the game went on my finger wasn't getting any better and was quite useless in its downward-pointed state.

After this morning's visit to the ER I found out that it is in fact broken (fractured). I now have a retro/modern-chic aluminum (so lite!) finger splint, which sort of looks like those goth rings that cover your entire finger. It keeps clinking up against my wedding ring and I feel like I'm perpetually acting out the scene from Warriors where the guy is striking the glass bottles together.

The injury is currently preventing me from riding my bicycle, which is a bit depressing. I always take cycling for granted until something knocks me off the horse. My hope is that by taking a week completely off the bike, I can give my finger the rest it deserves and be back to biking after that. This plan will require that I take public transportation, which most people know is not exactly my favorite thing to do. However, I will try to find the good in Port Authority. Obviously, it serves a need in our community. In particular, when someone breaks their finger and can't ride their bike.

Typing has been fairly easy to overcome because I am a self-taught typist. My method only utilizes four to six fingers and a time, but I am still able to type around thirty to forty WPM. This affliction is just annoying in general. It should heal fine in about four weeks, which is a relatively short period of time for a fracture. I am still not clear on how much my ER visit will cost me. My health insurance covers ER visits, but not with a simple copay. I still don't entirely understand deductibles, which is sad because that is what I have to deal with. The nice thing about the hospital is that they are always willing to set up an interest free payment plan. They get their money and we don't pay extra.

It's time to eat my food at work. This should be interesting because I definitely need all my fingers to keep my sandwiches together. As long as the foam lining of my splint doesn't start smelling, I'll be a happy camper.