My Right Hand Man

Back in California. Spent my first afternoon getting my hand checked by a hand specialist/plastic surgeon at Kaiser. The good news is that the pin appears to have been inserted correctly. Yay! But the doctor here was a bit surprised to say the least that our Mexican doctor, the rather philosophical Dr. Murillo, had deemed an elastic bandage to be sufficient protection. Dr. Murillo encouraged me to try to return to normal—to continue writing with the non-injured fingers of my right hand and most important of all, not to worry.

I think Dr. Murillo would have been pleased to see me dancing happily with Micha at the Lacuna theme party on the second night of the Conference. I'm including a couple of photos from that party. The fellow sitting behind us is supposed to be Trotsky. My California doctor would have been horrified, particularly when the dance floor got more crowded. But I had a great time.

I left Kaiser with my hand well protected and twice as heavy, encased in a nicely padded, carefully sculpted cast. The cast further limits my capacity to do some simple tasks that I could previously do with the thumb and index finger of my right hand. Now the cast gets in the way. : (

But I can sleep better at night – without worrying that I will inadvertently bump my fourth finger. Sigh. Just two more weeks and then I can be rid of both the cast and pin. Looking forward to March 11.

In the meantime, I have gained a new understanding and appreciation of the term, my right hand man – in this case, my husband, Micha. Also, enjoying seeing family and friends. Here's a shot of me and Micha playing with Gali yesterday. HAPPY PURIM to all my Jewish friends and family! Planning to go to a Purim party tonight -- but haven't decided on a costume. Might just wear my old Mexican poncho. It's at least 35 years old and I don't know where I got it. But it's one of the few things that fits easily over my cast.