I dutifully reported to the Cast Man. He told me that the good news was I wouldn't need surgery after all. And the bad news was I would have to wear an unremovable cast for 3 weeks. Cast Man didn't really see a downside, even after I explained to him that I had 18 knitting classes to teach in the month of June. That people had signed up for, months in advance. He was equally unimpressed that I had a book deadline to meet. Like, right away. Frankly, I think the whole concept of "I have to work with my hand right now" was eclipsed in Cast Man's world by notions like "Will she be deformed for life?" or some other such nonsense. Nothing personal, just a case of divergent priorities. He had no idea that I am already deformed in ways that only Knitters understand. Politely ignoring my pleas for leniency, Cast Man called in the expert to immobilize me. Meet Tony: