After 2 weeks of buddy-taping my fractured pinky to my ring finger with surgical tape, and changing that every other day, I finally got the protection I needed. I went to physical therapy, and the nice lady therapist had the sense to give me a hard plastic splint. Probably because I had all 3 kids with me. If you’re a mother, which she is, you know how it is. I needed all the protection I could get.