Hubby finally went to the hand specialist today.
Had a long wait and then felt rushed thru the door by the doctor.
A fellow did the exam and had dh do some odd exercices and movements to test everything- not explaining WHY and what he was looking for and then proceeded to measure the flexion degree of the broken finger - squish - ow! - squish - ow! .. all while saying NOTHING.

Dude, work on your patient communication skills huh?
Anyway, got done with exam and doc ordered a brace to be made. Handed us two slips of paer and said "see Mike" and walked out. UMM HUH?

Oh wait, Mike was the nurse right?
Wait, wait, wait some more in the hallway.. Mike was busy. Two other staff walked by-- ignoring us.
Finally Mike looks at the papers, hmmm therapy doesn't have time to make the brace today. He quickly put together a temp splint- better than the previous one. And we got pushed out the door- with a wet, semi hard splint on hubby's arm.
Need to go back in the morning for therapy to make the real brace to wear for three weeks.
Pinky and ring finger will be together at a 50 degree angle. Made for an interesting experience smoking a cigg in the car with his temp splint, he missed the window and the lit cigg fell by hubby's feet, while we were driving downtown.

Quick stop before going on the highway ramp to kick it out, he's made a burn hole on his seat already.
Moral of the story: DO NOT play Mercy with 12 year olds! You will NOT win.