I'll learn more about my fate after meeting with a surgeon on Friday, but it seems likely that I will lose the use of my right arm entirely for six weeks. When you type for a living, and when you like to bathe more than once every fourth fortnight, this is daunting.
I can hire some poor soul to sponge my armpits and walk Fredo, of course. Uber Eats, keep your engine running. Everything seems solvable except work. I just cannot imagine editing or coding one-handed or, worse, using speech-to-text.
I might actually have to take my first vacation since 2002.