After 4 weeks, I am getting irritated with having a splint. And a broken right hand that I can\’t do too much with. I am too naturally independent.

Yesterday, I wanted to take out the garbage (because nobody else was). So I pulled the bag out of our plastic kitchen trash. The bag wouldn\’t budge. I pulled again with my left hand, but my balance was off and it toppled over. I spent the next five minutes struggling, just doing all the work with my weaker left hand. Then I dragged it over to the dumpster in the parking lot, realizing that I couldn\’t lift the bag up with one hand while opening the dumpster lid. I was frustrated. I was about to leave it there next to the dumpster, not willing to sacrifice my right hand just for garbage. Eventually I was able to lift the bag to one side of the dumpster. I lifted the lid with my left and clumsily pulled the bag with as little force as possible with my right. Sigh.

Boxer\’s Fracture, they call it. Too bad I fell while skiing not when I was punching someone out. For the latter, at least I would have a nice consequence.