You remember that feeling that comes when one hasn't played in a long time and there isn't any callous on the fingers? I'm in heaven. Really. The backstory: My life as a performing musician ended October 6, 2006 in the parking lot of a Sears where spouse and I had gone to buy a new oven. A trust fund nut job on a bicycle didn't like that we are a mixed race couple and decided to do something about it. He started by running his bike into me and then circling back with a knife. My hand was broken by the initial collision and defending against the knife didn't do it any good either. We survived, he went to prison for a brief while and after 18 months of physical therapy I was told that CT and MRI showed the damage permanent and not correctable. I can putz, but I can't play at the level that those with whom I would regularly perform have a right to expect. So...I kinda melted into the background. That's the backstory. The pain as grown steadily worse over the last couple of years...arthritis setting in, just as they said. The past 6 months have been awful. I don't even putz anymore. Spouse is a clinician in a pain management practice...not even she could help. Until the GP who treats me got tired of hearing me whine. Especially when friends are coming to town who want me to get on stage with them. I admit it. I'm a whiner. I was trying to talk her into recommending surgical implants of cartilage. She gave me Celebrex and told me I could use it twice per month... (Yes, I am aware of the risks associated with this stuff.) My finger tips hurt so effing much...it's wonderful!!!