My hand is still messed up. They're weaning me off Robosplint which means I get to type, sort of. It's weird re-training my fingers after having them mostly immobilized for five weeks. They're also slightly reconfigured. The surgeon had to repair two extensor tendons on the back of my hand and a ligament in my knuckle. The joint still hurts like mad, but at least I can sort of type now.

Still a ways off from being able to make a fist, lift anything heavy, or play my beloved and sorely-missed guitar, but I'm determined to get there no matter how much it hurts... and it hurts.

I have had so much to say about unemployment since being put on injured reserve. I suppose this is what impotence feels like. Making videos is not really my thing, and nobody watches them which is discouraging. It takes hours to shoot, edit, render, and upload a video that gets watched 20 times. It takes minutes to spew out a blog post that gets read hundreds (sometimes thousands) of times. This one will probably be read dozens of times since I'm not really saying anything important or particularly amusing here.

Speaking of unemployment, this injury has dealt a severe setback to my self-employment. It's hard to develop or administer a web site when you can't type. Even harder is sales -- nobody wants to talk to a guy with a Frankenstein splint. A guy with a Frankenstein splint doesn't really want to talk to anybody.

So I'm even more broke than usual, which sucks. I don't know how I'm going to make my bills this month. I'm sure some of you can relate.

Even so, I'm counting my blessings. Thank Goddess I had health insurance thanks to my estranged wife. Lately when I see homeless people, I always notice their physical deformities and disabilities and wish that I had money to give them. When I get this hand back and find my groove, I hope I can get lots of money and give most of it away to the less fortunate. I feel so blessed for the amazing surgeon who fixed me up and for the therapist who is coaching me through the agony of rehabilitation. Without them, I'd be a freak with one totally useless, deformed finger and two other fingers that didn't function quite right. These kinds of injuries are no joke.

The dog has his nose. The owl has her eyes and silent wings. We human beings are gifted with brains and hands. Losing a hand, even temporarily, really bites.

Now my hand hurts so it's going back in the splint for a while. Check back. I have a lot of ideas about things to say.