TRIGGER FINGER

So the cast came off yesterday and boy is my finger fat! No sooner had the surgeon cut my hand free, then I was rushed into another room and my finger was set into action...passive action...physical therapy that is. For, who knows how long, I will be flexing and extending, stretching and compressing, trying to beat the scar tissue that put me under the surgeon's knife for a second time. Though I must say, I've never turned down a hospital that is happy to hook me up to an I.V. with a little narcotic laced with some warm and fuzzy hallucinogenic...