I'm dressed for Halloween: The fingers of my left hand poke pitifully out of their wrappings, my poor thumb a shade I can only describe as "prune." The bandage is so thick, my fingers dangle helplessly over the computer keys, unable to connect, so I tap away one-handed, something I haven't done since pre-high school typing class. From the elbow down, I look like something out of "Monster Chiller Horror Theater," ready to lash out at unsuspecting Egyptologists who dare to disturb my tomb. Read next feature >