As part of my daily entry series, I forgot one crucial fact: I injured myself.
Now here’s why I forgot. The injury only presents itself when you need that body part to perform the most. The injury in question is a strain in my middle and ring finger on my non-dominant hand. I can already hear you saying, “What ?!?! This is a silly, trivial injury that would have no bearing on your day-to-day life.” And that is why it’s completely forgettable. Let me tell you, other than a paper cut on your thumb, this is the worst injury of the “trivial injuries” you could possibly get. Let me explain.
You don’t realize how much you use that off-hand for every day things. Pulling open a door. Grabbing anything. Each time I go to grab anything, I have a shocking revelation as shooting pain slightly annoys my hand to the point that surprise almost makes me drop the item. And sometimes, that item cannot be dropped. Like a human. Or a mug. Or a fist-clenched in anger. The pain felt fades almost immediately. And just as quickly, the pain is forgotten, until the next catastrophic grasp attempt. Even now, as I type, no pain. No annoyance. But then as I look at my purple drink sitting next to the keyboard, I feel the dread. The looming, dull agony that I will feel lurks among my tendons and tissue. Waiting … in almost a taunting-like manner for my moment of weakness. Ready to rear it’s subtle irritation when I least expect. Who knows when this will heal? Will anyone notice when it’s gone? But what I do notice … the rabid anger felt after each incident. That, I hope I do miss.