It seems that Hubband is

my favorite hand wrapper; sadly he isn't the most recent one to wrap my hand. The doctor was very impressed with how well my hand is healing and said we seem to be doing everything the right way for it. (We, since I have had lots of help with the wrapping up part.) It has no signs of infection, no signs of binding up, lots of bright pink, new skin growing in, all that sort of stuff. I am supposed to keep doing what we've been doing until it doesn't have the couple of tiny open spots left and doesn't hurt when exposed to the air. Then the nurse wrapped it up so I could drive home. She did a fine job of course, but I guess she didn't want to get tit too tight, so it feels all loose and weird. Well, loose and weird compared to the way Hubband wraps it up so perfectly. Unfortunately he is gone for a few days and can't redo it for me. Either I am going to have to figure out how to do it myself, take someone up on their offer to skip out on their housework to drive 40+ miles to do it for me, or draft someone else to do it before he gets back home. I wouldn't want all this wonderful healing to be for naught.