I am pathetic. A little tiny piece of real estate on your body should not demand so much attention, but it does.
I wrote this diary http://www.dailykos.com/... and I appreciated all the responses. Appreciated is not the right word. Just, thanks.
I now have three fingers in splints. I have lost the splints in the night. Or, they may have been stolen. I have to search for them in the morning, as my cats believe they are great toys. I buy them toys! Catnip toys, crackle toys, a roundy thing where they bat a ball around. I bring them boxes to play in. But the little ingrates want my splits!
Real life is strange. Who needs fiction?