Get assigned a surgeon who (harboUring an old grudge, I suspect?) decides the hand is worse than originally diagnosed.
So as soon as an OR and a bed are available (tomorrow I hope) they're going to rebreak it, put the ickle bits together (in the right f'ucking place this time) with pins and wire and giggle like munchkins singing "Who's holding the cards now f'ucker!".
Might be under the radar for a few days.
But the plus side?
Wires and Pins Baby!
I'm going to insist on Adamantium, and none of that "It's a fictional metal you *********** and want spring-loaded knuckle blades.
Oh yes.
I shall become. . . The Nobbinator!
Later beeotches.