It's NaBloPoMo, and it's a fine time of year to break my hand. I thought I had a broken finger, but this morning I took a look at the discharge form the Urgent Care doctor sent home with me, and it definitely says "hand fracture." Specifically, it's a "boxer's fracture," which sounds angry and dynamic; sadly, I did it not by punching a wall, but when a lightweight piece of metal scaffolding Sean and I were setting up slammed down onto the side of my hand. How mundane.
All of this is to say, my posts for the first few days may be brief, as I am typing this almost entirely with my right index finger. My hunt-and-peck method is pretty dependent on three of the fingers on my left hand, and they're out of commission for the foreseeable future. I hope to be visiting an orthopedist sometime this week, and my posting should pick up speed after that.
(That, by the way, is not my hand in the x-ray, so don't go holding it up to the light looking for the break. In case you're interested, my fracture is in the fifth metacarpal -- my poor little pinkie. When I have more energy, maybe I'll tell you how the doctor had to manipulate the displacement back into alignment.)