Friday, October 31, 2008
Which is how I managed to sever a tendon in my hand carving a pumpkin the other night. Knives, it turns out, are sharp as hell.
I mean, who knew?
So after surgery yesterday, my left hand -- except for my thumb -- is totally out of commission. And for a writer who is a two-fingered typist, that's going to be a problem for the next 6 weeks.
Not to mention all that other stuff that takes two hands. At the very least, I'm starting to re-think my fondness for Levi's 501 button-fly jeans.
So these posts will be shorter for a while as I learn to type with one finger and one thumb. Bear with me.
I'm a stupid, stupid man.