"...two words with Binks about that fearful agony natter..."

My finger returned about 11 o'clock last night. And, well, there it was. And in spite of puckered skin and really gross-looking black thread stitches, there it still is-- feeling, if truth be told, no more uncomfortable than when I had an enlarged ganglion in the spot.

Why exactly I was offered a choice of tylenol-3s or percocet for follow-up I truly don't know. Doubtless percocet is useful stuff to have should fearful agony ever descend in future, but mostly I'm thinking What a waste of fifteen dollars.