The stitched and pinned fingers were secure. Because I could feel something poking into one of them I went for an early dressing change. No thank you to the invitation to look at the x-rays or my hand. Not yet. In the plaster room the medic adjusted the worrisome wire, released the index finger and re-bandaged my hand with the first of many dressings. It was a relief to see a whole finger joining a working thumb. Continue reading