3 more nights with this dang thing

On Friday at 8:45 I'll go to the doctor to get this thing taken off my hand and then I'll be able to do things that require the use of a pinky:

--write, which requires typing with more than one hand if one is to keep up with the thoughts as they're coming
--cut my hair
--blog the toilet story--it'll be worth the wait
--mow the lawn
--clasp my own bra
--unclasp my own bra (S. last night: didn't I just do this for you yesterday?)
--wash dishes (my mother, when I told her about my hand: how're you gonna do the dishes? Me: That's what S. is for.)
--wash my hair w/2 hands
--open jars
--tie my shoes
--wear my engagement ring again
--pet the girls as they're walking past my left side