Talk to the Hand, 13 Months Later

Here’s a commemorative photo of my right hand, 13 months after I hurt it. Black and white always makes things look much more dramatic.

It still bugs me pretty much every day. It’s still uncomfortable to write with, and when I need to snap my fingers, I have to use my good (left) hand. Other than that, it’s OK — I can type with it no problem, which is the important thing.