Snowhot --
Boy does that bring back memories!
I scanned the x-ray too, when DH did a very similar break -- his was ring-finger on his right hand.
He'd sympathize with yours -- but he tipped over on a cat track because "it's flat, no need to pay attention."
So, when he realized that he wasn't going to be able to do it safely, (140+ hairpin turns on the icy 16 mile drive down) I drove him down the mountain, while he iced the hand with his ziploc bag of snow and alternated between being just fine, and "get me to a doctor NOW," dropped him off at a doctor (carrying his slush-bag) and went home for the insurance info (I carry that with me now!), and then suffered through his determination to drive home. Fool figured he could buckle his seat belt while driving! (good thing there was no traffic as he pulled out of the parking lot! AND good thing he suddenly developed the sense to realize that he was going to need to pull off the road!)
He went to work that evening, but not before I took some pictures. While he was gone, I scanned x-rays, and sent all the pix off to mom and dad. I even went out to shop office supply stores in town to find some of the world's fattest pens. (those crayola little kid crayons look scrawny in comparison!)
I took daily pictures, that I e-mailed to mom, cuz she gets a kick out of that kind of thing for some reason, (the x-rays particularly delighted her!) and now we have a flip book of the colors and swelling. It was fun to compare the dailies... He thought about skiing, but apparently wasn't as resourceful as yours -- ductape didn't occur to him!
That was the year I'd messed up my shoulder and my fingernails on a double-black ice sheet, so I didn't mind being a couch potato with him for the next few weeks too much.
Kano
Boy does that bring back memories!
I scanned the x-ray too, when DH did a very similar break -- his was ring-finger on his right hand.
He'd sympathize with yours -- but he tipped over on a cat track because "it's flat, no need to pay attention."
So, when he realized that he wasn't going to be able to do it safely, (140+ hairpin turns on the icy 16 mile drive down) I drove him down the mountain, while he iced the hand with his ziploc bag of snow and alternated between being just fine, and "get me to a doctor NOW," dropped him off at a doctor (carrying his slush-bag) and went home for the insurance info (I carry that with me now!), and then suffered through his determination to drive home. Fool figured he could buckle his seat belt while driving! (good thing there was no traffic as he pulled out of the parking lot! AND good thing he suddenly developed the sense to realize that he was going to need to pull off the road!)
He went to work that evening, but not before I took some pictures. While he was gone, I scanned x-rays, and sent all the pix off to mom and dad. I even went out to shop office supply stores in town to find some of the world's fattest pens. (those crayola little kid crayons look scrawny in comparison!)
I took daily pictures, that I e-mailed to mom, cuz she gets a kick out of that kind of thing for some reason, (the x-rays particularly delighted her!) and now we have a flip book of the colors and swelling. It was fun to compare the dailies... He thought about skiing, but apparently wasn't as resourceful as yours -- ductape didn't occur to him!
That was the year I'd messed up my shoulder and my fingernails on a double-black ice sheet, so I didn't mind being a couch potato with him for the next few weeks too much.
Kano