Reprieve

The fingers are not actually broken.

Which also means I do not actually have to wear the splints for half the summer.

ALLELUIA!!

God, you are so sweet and good to me.

My parents picked me up from camp last night around 8:00 p.m.  It was strange yet enjoyable to sleep in my own bed.  My little sister decided she wanted to have a sleep over with me.  It was fun.

I woke up at 8:00 a.m. instantly thinking, "Wow.  The internal clock really has been readjusted." (We go to bed around 10:45 p.m. and wake up around 7:15 a.m. every day.) And then I promptly fell back to sleep after a few minutes, and did not reawaken until 10:20 a.m. when my mother came in and informed me I needed to get up.  The appointment was at 11:00 a.m.

The doctor said things only get really bad when tendons are severed.

My tendons are not severed.

So I should be back to camp in the afternoon.

I am so, so, so thankful.

This isn't to say the fingers are magically healed and I have no more pain; there is pain, and they are still swollen and discolored.

But I don't have to wear splints.  And that is the best part.

Peace.