Fear

I think that my hand surgeon is going to be mad at me when I go in for my appointment Monday. See, I was told to make my finger bend itself four times a day for twenty minutes, and I have mostly done that, because ultimately I want what is best for my finger. But I am not achieving the miraculous range of motion I was expecting. More significantly, I think my doctor is expecting more. He will not merely slap me on the wrist and tell me to work harder. No, he will wrench my poor little finger into exactly the amount of bend I'm supposed to have going. And I can tell you right now, that's gonna hurt.