So last night my dear sister imparted some words of wisdom to me as I was going over some of the issues I've been having as a result of my mallet finger issues (see previous post). She said, and I quote: don't we take our body parts for granted [insert rhetorical question mark here].
And she's right. We do. Or at least I do. This cumbersome appendage on my digit is certainly in the way, and having to modify the use of my right hand accordingly has led me to re-realize just how much I take a simple right-ring finger for granted.
Here are some things that are more difficult with a massive splint on a finger.
1. Reaching into your pocket. I'm now a left hand pocket man.
2. Typing.
3. Going potty.
4. Washing hands after going potty. Don't worry, I manage.
5. Soaping up my left arm while in the shower. A plastic bag wrapped around a hand just isn't the same. Hello wash cloth.
6. Washing dishes. You'd think this is a good thing, except that I'm batchin' it.
7. Did I mention typing.
8. Inserting car keys into the ignition.
9. Slicing an onion.
10. Typing.
I guess the long and short of it is that I'll just have to be more thankful for the use of all my various parts from now on. It's been too long since I've had an incapacitated one.
Oh, and you'll notice one merciful absence on the list: playing the mandolin hasn't been an issue. It's cumbersome alright, but it's not the end of it. Besides, Jerry Garcia was a three fingered guitar man (right hand), and Django Reinhartd was a two fingered LEFT-hand guitar man, so I think I'll manage.
Anyways, back to the task at hand.
