Ain't no stopping me....

Watching me type is amusing right now as my right ring finger is splinted and my right middle finger is buddy taped to my index finger.  I wasn't paying attention the other day and tripped over the step going into the garage and dislocated my ring finger.

Badly.

It was one of those, if I don't look at it then it doesn't hurt injuries.  A couple of shots of lidocane and popping it back into the joint later in the ER, sprinkled with a liberal dose of comedy, and I was on my way back home to crash in boredom for a couple of days.  I tried to mitigate that with marching in place during commercials and a lot of food network, but I'm glad to be back at work today.

I saw the hand guy, who splinted me in a new manner and said I have to keep it straight for a month so hopefully the tendon does it's job and reattaches.  It better work because I don't want to have to go through surgery (even if he does fix the Red Sox hand injuries and has an office full of photos from famous golfers, football, lacrosse and hockey players).

The first question I asked: "Can I still spin?"

Hey let's get priorities straight here and one of them is not laying down in a lump of woe is me.  The minor ankle sprain that happened is that: minor.  I'll wear a wrap when I spin, but it's pretty much good at this point after a few days of rest.  Part of what's fueling me is the realization that there are people waking up with no right hand.  I still have mine, it's just a little out of joint (figuratively and literally).  Since I have a month of this nonsense, it is finally time to teach myself to write and eat left handed.  I was originally a leftie until that horrible nun in first grade kept whacking me with a ruler until I wrote right handed.  The PT at the school gave me a copy of the workbook the kids use to learn cursive and I will reteach myself.  My printing's pretty good (but slow and a bit shaky, as one kid noted).

He told me not an issue except for be careful how I grip the handlebars and such.

Tonight I'll try the elliptical.  If it's too much, I'll hop on the lifecycle.  No matter what, I won't let this stop me.  I got a 100 miles to ride and not a lot of time to train, so yeah, getting in a shape that isn't round is no longer an option - splinted fingers or not.

So I'll look silly typing, have shaking writing but it won't stop me.