A few days ago Jacque and I were fixing dinner, and I as I was slicing a cucumber (fresh from our garden) I got a little aggressive and nearly sliced the tip of my finger off. Do you have any idea how much you use your left hand, ring finger? Ever even considered it? Probably not. It’s not something I’ve ever sat around contemplating either, but when the usefulness of a finger is interrupted by pulsating pain your perspective changes. That finger is an integral part of my body!
Later that night I was working on some music I was leading in church the next Sunday and realized I would not be playing guitar for quite a little while. Each time I woke up during the night I was reminded that my heart was beating. Not because I was alive (although that should have been my first clue) but because I could feel my heart beat at the end of my left hand, ring finger — not ideal for sleeping. The morning after I sliced through my finger tip I was working on my email and realized just how much my self taught typing style relies on that finger — ouch! After the three Advil kicked in my typing improved.
Now that a few days have passed the healing is noticeable, and although I still won’t be playing guitar for several more days the worst of the discomfort seems to be over. So, the moral of this little tale — don’t discount the digit.

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