Tuesday, February 05, 2008


I never thought I would write about something as banal as a cut on my finger, but here it is. I cut my finger, or more specifically, my right index finger, pointer finger, forefinger, digitus secundus, or even digitus II, if you will.

The cut is on the inside of the top knuckle, or more specifically, along the collateral ligament (see how much you're learning?). And for the most part, it's no big deal - except for the fact that I seem to use that particular point on that particular finger for absolutely everything. Normal, everyday tasks come to a halt so I can re-grip: holding a utensil, shaving, brushing my teeth, tying my shoes. Even clicking my computer mouse makes me blanch.

About the only thing my finger is good for right now is pointing, which I couldn't do if I lived in the Ukraine because they consider it a sign of rudeness. So until it heals, I'll just have to do everything with my middle finger - which will probably be cause for another blog entry.


  1. Not banal. . . The mental image of a big, tough-looking guy like you "blanching" makes this blog entry worth a read.


  2. I think it's one of those "you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone" syndromes. You hurt your finger; suddenly everything you do requires use of that finger. You lose a kidney; suddenly everything requires drinking fluids and filtering toxins. Ya know?