New Cast

Today my doctor took off the heavy cast/surgical dressing and put on this new, lighter, tighter fiberglass cast. Along the way, he also took out my stitches and took a new X-ray. It's pretty wild: there's three screws at various points in the metacarpal, and there's a wire wrapped around the bone, about a third of the way down. Now if we could just do something about the burning at base of my fingers . . . Well, that should fix itself once this cast comes off in two-and-a-half weeks. (Just in time for Fantasm!)

My wife is really annoyed tonight. She has to get up at 3 AM for a TV appearance, and meanwhile, she hasn't been able to sync her palm for days and tonight--it broke. I was able to fix it, but she lost all of her data.

I think that when she gets annoyed like this, even if she's not annoyed at me, she starts to wonder what the hell she's doing with me, since we have scarcely anything in common. I'm the brooding one. I always wonder what the hell I'm doing with her, since we have scarcely anything in common.

Except we love each other.