dianec42

There's a knitting joke in there somewhere. Knock yourselves out.

Getting set up with a DynaSplint tomorrow. From the paperwork, it looks like I'll be getting the single-finger one that looks like it should shoot lasers, not the whole-hand dealie that looks like it should shoot Spider-man webs.

In other news, it turns out that "Sensation is returning" is just a fancy way of saying "Ow".

I haz fingers! Some of them are a little confused and groggy after their 4-week nap. Hopefully they'll come around. Also, it's gonna be a while before the left hand is actually clean.

What has 2 thumbs and is going back to work tomorrow? THIS GAL.

Up until now, I haven't really experienced culture shock. Heck, even when I moved to the UK, very few things were shocking to me. Drive on the other side of the road (and the car)? No problem. They eat what?! Cool! Et cetera.

In SoCal things have generally been quite similar. The traffic's not that much worse than Boston most of the time; I dealt okay when I wandered into the supermercado where the staff spoke some English but the customers certainly didn't; and most of the really annoying celebrities are all over TV and the radio anyway. After all this, what could possibly surprise me?

Well, last Friday I went to the dentist. Everyone there, including the dentist, was REALLY NICE. The dentist even explained to me all the stuff he was looking for, and at the end he even thanked me for getting this looked at because obviously being there was very difficult for me.

What the hell?! Everywhere else I've lived, the dentists have been absolute bastards. These people are freaking me out!