The surgeon seemed impressed with my Wolverine-like healing abilities. As it turns out, I get to keep my fingertips AND I will not be needing rods inserted, even though I was looking forward to asking for something cooler like laser pointers or little vibrating motors. The nails are going to take awhile to grow back, and I was warned that they'd look funny forever, but hey, they will match the scars.
I'm still unable to work for three weeks at minimum, which is a bummer. Work keeps me stable, especially working with my hands, so really, even considering the pain, that is the worst part about this whole thing. I'm doing my damnedest to stave off the depression and anxiety with books and Netflix, but not being able to wield my tools or come up with another productive creative outlet is nagging at me. Hard.
At the very least, I can expect to occupy at least some of the hours in the coming weeks with occupational therapy. I didn't realize how much my fingers had stiffened up until the wrap was removed, and it will be awhile before I get my full range of motion and grip back. It's great to have my hand out of that bandage, though. Things got so itchy that I had to dedicate a screwdriver to scratching it. Well, at least I got to use one tool.
All in all, good news. I hope you get some today, too!