put to sleep - part II. hands up.

Met a lovely surgeon (hand and bone specialist) who decided that I had trapped tendons and my bumpy finger was an irrelevant but fortunate aside (otherwise I wouldn't have noticed my finger gradually losing flexion). So last Friday I toddled along to la clinique and 8 hours later was back home and nursing a slightly sore and certainly unsightly hand, though as I was still sous l'effet of morphine I really didn't give a toss :) My supposedly straightforward operation ended up being *complicated*....mainly caused by me being a "bleeder" on the operating table and it involving tourniquets and lots of mops. Heh heh heh. The problem was more than just tendons apparently, a bit of bone reshaping happened too. Whatever. My hands now hurts like fuckery-duckery (the morphine only lasting 24 hours sadly) and I have the biggest motherf* of a bandage on it I have ever seen. Quite unnecessary. I need to exercise my fingers as much as possible, I'm just not allowed to do any turning or unscrewing motions. Handy when you own a restaurant and unscrewing bottles is a major part of my job. The stitches - a lovely little neat line of blue sutures across my palm - come out on 14th May. The clinic was fab, the staff delightful, my room lovely and sunny. I am of course still working, a bit slower than usual, but have wrapped a rather attractive red scarf around my bandage to hide it's ugliness. Very New Romantics. Very 1980's.