ouch again

I think it was last Friday that I lopped off the tip of my left salute finger. Seriously. While chopping ginger. Took a long time to stop the bleeding.

I now own a steel glove for kitchen use.

Anyway, this had some big implications for my fiddle class. As in: how to play without the tip of one's finger? I reckoned I'd talk to the instructor about it when I got there on Tuesday night. The first person I encountered upon arrival was a classmate, a handsome man probably around my age. All I knew about him was that he played the fiddle left-handed.

We exchanged pleasantries: "How are you?," I said. "Good, thanks, how are you?" he said. "Handicapped a bit," I said. "Aren't we all," he said.

I then showed him my left hand with its large bandage on the fingertip and said, "It'll grow back, though." He then proceeded to show me his left hand, which was missing 3/4 of the salute finger, and he said, "This didn't."

Circular saw accident. A mere moment's inattention. The other three fingers were reattached.

Did I quit my whining immediately? Hugh betcha.