Fix it, and be happy again

My mom and I have this philosophy that basically says, "If you don't do anything about it, you can't bitch about it." Like, don't complain about your headache if you haven't taken anything yet. You can't whine about your cold until you've taken some DayQuil. It's actually a philosophy I strictly adhere to, and promote in my home. Brian and Sydney leave by the same creed.
So the fingers thing has become a serious issue with me over the last couple months, and has seriously impacted the joy I receive from writing. I get no joy from it at all anymore.
As a New Years EXPECTATION for 2019, I decided that I would get the fingers thing fixed. Of course, a couple factors came along that postponed that particular task (like stupid car issues), but I'm happy to say that I have an appointment at the hand surgeon's office Monday afternoon. And while I'm nervous about what may or may not happen, I'm also super excited to get this ridiculous problem resolved. I'm so over it.
And once the fingers work right again, I'm moving Sydney's laptop into my bedroom, and I'm going to start writing again. The thought of it makes me want to happy-cry.