The next day my lump hurt quite a lot. The tendon seemed to get stuck behind it, which hurts, and pulling ot over the lump hurts too. I had to do that all the time. It wasn't pleasant! My enthusiasm for climbing suffered. The week after I came late and the week after that I didn't show up at all. But then I decided to go and try climbing with the washer.
I teamed up with Glyn, a new member of the club. He also pushes me quite far. I wanted to try some vertical routes first; these are not so heavy on the hands. You can have your weight largely on your feet, and the grips tend to be smaller, so you naturally use little more than your fingertips. Climbing on the vertical wall went well! My hand felt fine. And at the end of the night, I decided to try to lead the route that had given me so much trouble that previous time. It had quite some overhang, with big handholds. That's about the hardest work for the hands; if you're clipping in on an overhang, you probably have most of your weight on one hand. If this would work I would be fine!
Wikipedia image of a climber on an overhang. Pic by Remi Maupetit.
I got up without problems. My hand felt fine! And even better: it still felt fine the next day. So as long as I have washers and leukoplast available I can do all I could without the Viking hand malarky! For the time being, at least. But so far so good!