10. Gravity. Hurts like a b**ch when not elevated.
9. Typing with two hands. Should be obvious, but hunt'n peck takes so long.
8. Tying shoelaces. Wear your dingdang Crocs to the market.
7. Eating a soft boiled egg out of an eggcup. Trust me on this - you need two hands.
6. Driving. It's hard to avoid, but with splints you keep inadvertently hitting the windshield washer knob. Not necessarily a bad thing if you live in Western Washington, but for the 2.5 days it doesn't rain, it's annoying.
5. Presenting a treat to your birdies with your splinted hand. They will shriek and flee.
4. Waving cheerily at your neighbors as you drive by. Guaranteed you will slam your hand against something, and your neighbors will not appreciate your cheery swearing.
3. Boiling an egg. See #7. Go to Denny's if you need an egg that bad.
2. Slicing anything. Knives are off limits.
And number 1!
Opening the hood of your car. (Is there a mouse under your hood, or are you just happy to see me?) Yes, there was a tiny baby mouse. No, my neighbor did not say that. It's a story for another day, probably interesting to just me.
P.S. All above is true
Nothing important under the orange thingy, but my hand hurts like heck on a stick, and I am unable to open a bottle of wine. Could be a good thing or a bad thing.
Wed May 21, 2014 at 6:36 PM PT: People, ok, one person asked me about the mouse.
What an adventure! I live on a gravel road. Almost home from urgent care, and a tiny mouse, no bigger than my thumb, ran across the windshield washers and disappeared under the hood. Panicked, I rallied my neighbor (remember, I busted my hand.) He opened the hood, and there was tiny mouse. Washing his face. Neighbor poked him in the butt, and it ran- wait for it - to my side review mirror. Poked him again, and he ran under my car. I wish it well.