Sylvia's Journal

The final diagnosis on my hand is in. Only one bone is broken, splintered said the CT scan. No use to put the pieces back together, it would be nearly impossible. The battle plan is to let the pieces glom together and make the bone whole again. It would be a messy whole but who cares. The arthritic joint will be painless or not. If it is not the hand doctor will fuse everything together at no great cost to hand functionality. Fingers crossed.

I am slowly adapting to my handicap. Today I drove myself to two appointments. It was easy as long as I can use my left hand. Anything that requires right hand strength or agility is impossible for the near future. This includes changing the flow of hot or cold air into the car, cutting hard foods and doing the dishes.

I am aware that my troubles are nothing against the backdrop of the unspeakable drama that unfolded in Connecticut last Friday. It occupies every minute of our waking hours and keeps raising all these nasty questions that we cannot seem to answer as a society, like what is the problem with banning assault weapons?