Being broken is not fun!

Just an update on my thumb and finger...they are still broken! I had an appointment today and had x-rays done. The doc says absolutely nothing has changed from the day it happened (Monday the 25th of October). He said that it is a good thing as they only looked at them today to make sure they are still alligned properly so that when they do heal, they will be as good as new. My next appointment is in three weeks! So this means three more weeks of being broken and hopeful that they heal correctly. The bad news? The hand surgeon that checked it out as a second opinion said "more than likely" my thumb nail will die and fall off! Ew! Since it is broken underneath the nail bed this is common. The thought grosses me out and I'm sure you all are too.
I am such a ham whenever I'm around doctors. The first thing I noticed about the hand surgeon was how soft his hands were! I let him know immediately. He laughed. I said something along the lines such as "So am I gonna lose em' doc?" And of course I'm smiling like an idiot the entire time. Everyone remembered me and commented on how much better I looked. (Although I'm sure the fact that I had makeup on, I had showered, my hair was brushed, I had some killer leg showing shorts on and I wasn't crying like a baby the entire time had A LOT to do with it!)
I had a "I want a baby moment" while waiting for the doc. Actually I had a couple of them. There was a 4 year old blonde CUTE little girl with a pink cast on sitting on the next bed over with her mommy. She was in the process of having it removed. The "saw" an enlisted tech was using was really loud and it scared her. He kept showing her that it wouldn't cut her by putting his hand directly on it (it vibrates rapidly and doesn't spin) but this poor girl was not convinced. He managed to cut the outside of her cast and was turning her arm over to cut the other side when she absolutely LOST IT! She screamed and cried and physically did not allow this guy anywhere near her arm. (It reminded me of when I was 5 getting my shots and it took 3 nurses to hold me down to do it.) She kept screaming "Please, don't hurt me! Please!!! Don't hurt me!!!" After much comforting by her mom he did manage to get the other side cut but she screamed like a banshee while he did it. So what do I do while I'm watching this? I START CRYING! It was just one of the cutest things I've ever seen. Jeff laughed at me. Oh yea, Jeff took me there. After the girl left I asked the tech if his job was to torture little kids all day and he nodded "yes" with a frown on his face. (We were in a specific clinic for broken bones.)
The second baby moment happened after the little girl left and a 5 year old CUTE blonde boy sat down to have a cast put on. He'd fractured his wrist while falling off the monkey bars...classic! I looked over and he had a sheet of stickers and took great time and care decorating his mom with them. At this point I turned to Jeff and asked him if he'd let our kids put barrettes in his hair if they wanted to. He said no, but I'm sure that will change. KK and I used to decorate dad quite frequently. One of my favorite memories.
Just to clarify, Jeff and I are not having kids for a few more years. Unless of course if it happens in a non-intentional way. The time will be right when it is right.