At long last, my left hand is now free. I don't yet have full range of motion back, but the fingers are all facing the appropriate direction once again...joy. If the Queen has any openings at tea parties in the near future, I totally have the pinky-finger-in-the-air thing down. Not so much by choice, mind you. As those of you who know me are aware of, if I'm going to do something, I tend to go full-out. So, when breaking my first bone, I settled for nothing less than a spiral fracture. Go big or go home, right? Riiiight.
Oh yes, I'm Ginger, by the way and welcome to my inaugural post on Bittersweet, Actually.
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