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The right index finger (RIF) has always carried the brunt of the hand’s work, and the nail has always broken easily. RIF was always the one to volunteer for scraping off tape that would not release its cling to the wall. RIF was also dependable in untying knots in shoelaces. In fact, RIF and LIF were the CFO’s when it comes to all things “Hand”.
Today, RIF woke up and hurt like the dickens. I do not know what happened, but somehow I think it got sprained during a very demanding week, during which the LIF and the RIF were putting in overtime in their CFO jobs. But, then, these two digits were always over-achievers. Between all my writing, piano playing, cooking, vegetable dicing, and plant maintenance, they never get a break.
|Such a little boo-boo|
|A Joint Service Medal--no kidding.|
Coming out of the foggy knock-out, it was obvious that the tendon of the first joint had “blown out”. The LIF endured two surgeries in order to make it functional, although the first joint has a metal screw fusing it in place. LIF feels the cold badly, but it is one strong soldier, so to speak.
|They like each other now.|
This current injury happened in St. Louis, MO. Reference "Stupid Things I have done: #347" for scintillating details of this senseless injury. Both fingers are doing nicely, thanks for your kind thoughts.