So far as I can tell, my hand is healing well. The brunt of the pain has abated, and now only annoys me with a dull ache and occasional burn aside from when I first wake and accidentally try to flex my fingers in my twilight state.
It is a task to relearn how to do most operations single-handedly, though I still cannot use a video game controller, partly from the bulk of the bandages, but mostly from any sort of pressure on my fingers causing a squall in my nerves.
I am more worried about my mind at this point, and my need to occupy it in effort to control my depression and anxiety. Netflix is eating up great chunks of time, as are my latest book purchases, but I can only do those for so long before falling asleep. While this sounds ideal, it is the feeling of being productive that helps me keep centered, and one is rarely, if ever, productive while at rest. As one solution, I will be heading to the store today to restock on some blank notebooks and pens for my whiteboard to breathe life into an old hobby I once enjoyed but find little time for these days; world building.
To build a world, nay, a reality of sorts, is the greatest exercise of imagination. I used to create these places and populate them with the intention of writing a story or designing a board game around it, though I never quite got that far, as life gets in the way. With the promise of a long recovery process before I can return to my job (read; at least a few weeks), I figure I can give that another shot, since wielding pen and paper is something one can decidedly do with one good hand. I can type, as I do to you now, but it is a chore. I am looking into speech-to-text software, but most of it is iffy, at best (do not believe the hype, computers are still not very good at translating the human voice, though there have been vast improvements).
We shall see what comes of this. Not being able to operate my workshop tools means I must find other creative outlets. If you have suggestions, feel free to share!
That aside, I am well!