...therapy that is - Physical and Occupational therapy.
My silly index finger thankfully does not need surgery, but it does need a good amount of bend-point-and-straighten working out to slim it down and allow for better dexterity.
Oh to make a fist again...
My gimpy finger, now taped to my middle finger, uses the buddy system. Gimp finger follows the third finger around and bends when it bends and such. Basically it's showing my non-working finger the ropes again. It does make giving the bird harder, though.
And then there's the sensation aspect. Aparently when you slice your nerve and it grows back, touching things makes you want to crawl out of your skin. Let me tell you how much I despise sliding my hand through the sleeve of my jean jacket or wool coat. AHHHHH ::nails on the chalkboard feeling:: !
So there's help for that too.
It's called desensitizing and teaching my nerve that things feel normal.
This involves tapping, brushing, and rubbing pieces of moleskin, cotton, felt, velvet, towel, and working up to tolerating velcro loops, velcro hooks, my hair, denim [::shudder::], and upholstery.
I also get to stick my hand in containers of macaroni, dry beans, rice, and popcorn and force myself to not slap the poor, nice lady teaching me how to "feel" again.
It's pretty much the oddest thing to watch.
Honestly, you should see the faces I make.
It's pretty hysterical.
But I guess any time you slice your finger down to the bone & then need occupational therapy to recover falls under a pretty comical, unbelievable scenario.
PSA: be careful with knives, y'all. As my 4 year old niece reminded me, "They're dangerous. Use a butter knife"