I thought Trigger was a horse . . .

Well . . . (Deep subject for such a shallow mind.)

My finger ailment has a name. Actually, it has two of them. There's the sort of generic medical term - tenosynovitis - and then there's the catchy name everybody uses - trigger finger. And the lovely hand surgeon has put me on a third anti-inflammatory to see if this one will help. The catch is that I have to take it for two weeks before we'll know. And if this one doesn't work, there's a few dozen others we can try. And if none of them work, then there's a steroid injection into the tendon. And if that doesn't work, then there is a minor surgical procedure that can be done that will leave my hand unusable for at least two weeks. (The minor part is that it can be done under local anesthetic and takes about 20 minutes.)

~ sigh ~

It looks like I have to live with my finger problem for a bunch more weeks.

~ sigh ~

The Friday Night Knitting Club

Wonderful feel good tear jerker chick lit.

(I do have a quibble about the tear jerker part. I thought it was forced and unnecessary and it spoiled what was otherwise an enjoyable quick read.)

Bummer

I've been in the mood to knit, but the gimpy finger has prevented me from picking up needles. For my style of knitting, the left index finger is integral.

Bummer!