I unwrapped my mummy hand today and it ain't that bad:
There it is, a hand sans a carpal tunnel. It's a little stiff, stings if I stretch just the wrong way and it'll probably leave an notable scar. For the price of being able to type without economizing my time and getting rid of voice recognition software, I'm thinking it will be well worth it. I can already feel the roominess in there. I just hope it doesn't end up looking like I half-heartedly tried to off myself equipped only with a razor blade and a poor understanding of human anatomy.
Since my dominant hand has been out of commission for a couple days, I've come to learn there are many things I took for granted; it's been a while since I've asked anyone to tie my shoes or button my shirt. Mr. Fob said a friend had both hands done at the same time and was miserable and that I should expect to be half-miserable for weeks. While I appreciate the encouragement, it's not been that bad, considering it's been only 3 days.
But I'd hope to not let Rob find that out; he's taking good care of me and my broken body. It's kind of been nice, when, say, Brian needs help in the restroom to be able to defer to his dad :-).