Go figure.

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The bandaid will not work. I am going to need to go to Walgreen and ask what might help. My finger needs more support, like it or not, for some time. That or I am going to have to get used to pain every time I move quickly, use the other three fingers on that hand, or handle just about anything. I will simply have to see what they have and what they recommend. I will not say I nearly severed the finger, I will say I nearly severed the flesh on the bottom half of it and that the doctor finished the job making sure I had not cut nerves or tendons (though rightly I think).

I got busy and forgot I was writing this. Back!

Oh, one other thing, they did not even clean the wound. So, I bought hydrogen peroxide, and like the dressing, will do it myself. Thanks, doc. Give my regards to the V.A.! Anyway... Walgreens had finger splints, but for normal sized people. They all came right about exactly to the wound site. The man who was helping me look suggested popsicle sticks. Not knowing where I would get such a thing, I just bought a package of pencils.

I then drove to my home and checked on Sam. Sam, it seems, is the name of my cat. She is about 7 years old. I took food for myself, but will not eat in front of her for now. I did need to add food to her feeder but the water delivery is still good. Oddly, though I was sure I shut all the doors to bedrooms and the back room, specifically so she would not enter those areas, they were all wide open. I have closed them again and will know soon if someone has been in there. That will have to stop. And trust me, it will.

I took the auto in and an appraisal will be forthcoming in the morning. I also contacted someone at the Church who passed my information on to a member of the Knights (of Columbus), who then contacted me. I gave him what information I could and he suggested he will try to line up a group of gents to move sometime this week. I suggested that I would feel much better if I could offer a decent feed and offer some money, to the organization or church, and that I hoped he could consider what I could do. It is not payment, or pay, at all. It is merely being allowed to give at least a token thanks.

Tomorrow I have to take the Xterra into the garage for a (long overdue by the way) oil change and checkup. I could change the oil, but I really cannot do a checkup. And, with dealing with the spent oil, messing with the machine, and other things, this is simply easier. I have some doubts about how much I would save doing it myself either. If I were a competent grease monkey, maybe. I am not. Or yet. As well, I need to call some insurance agent (of some sort) back tomorrow. Though I spoke to mine today, and this other one is out of Des Moines, Iowa, so... Who knows, maybe the company's left and right hands are getting crossed. I also ran out of time to check on a chiropractor today. Another thing to do, of course.

I swear, I am doing more work not moving in than I would have if I had hauled everything... on a bicycle! So be it.

Oh, when I returned to where I am staying, I asked the Mr. if he happened to have a tool by which I could adjust the length of the pencils. Something for him to do and think about! He is a thinker and tinkerer too. Atheist, Catholic, Evangelical... it simply does not matter when it comes to devising, more so on the male side? Yeah. Anyway, he dropped the sitcom, set the book aside, and headed to the garage. I could see the wheels spinning. Pencils? He asked. Hmm, do think this would be... No, this! Bamboo, he said. And from their place in Hawaii. I looked. Strips about 3/4 of an inch to an inch wide and plenty long enough to cut for perfect fits. Nice! We did sight measurements, he cut, and then even sandpapered them to ensure they were safe. I suggested I had some pencils for sale, cheap! Then suggested even if he took the pencils, I probably owed him for the bamboo. Ha.

So, with the gauze, bandage material, hydrogen peroxide, self sticking tape, and these, I should be in good shape. I am more than a little disappointed in the hospital and the poor treatment I got there over some other, non-related health issue, one I was not even there about, though. Zealots really piss me off, especially when through their zealousness they fail to do their fundamental f%c)ing job! Ugh!