My journey as a long distance runner who started the sport later in life.
As my second major finger surgery looms on the horizon I find myself thinking about it a lot. I know that it will change my life again, as did the previous accident and surgery, but I can’t even guess as to how it will change other than the resumption of daily physiotherapy. Even if a person is physically uncomfortable, after a certain amount of time spent that way, the discomfort becomes comforting. I am used to my useless mannequin fingers, and even though they absolutely suck, I find myself worrying about how the fingers will feel, look, and if they will work after a second major surgery. Fingers are such a small area to be doing so much cutting open and manipulating of their innards. The more I think about it, the more contemplative I become, and the less I want to broadcast every small detail to a blog.
I have also been absent from this blog because there is a certain degree of stupidity in finally deciding to create a blog once one is no longer able to type rapidly and comfortably. Every post I put to this blog reminds me of just how horribly disfigured my fingers are from what they once were. Typing is exceedingly slow and frustrating as I am constantly typing the wrong series of keys with my bad hand. I spend almost as much time hitting the backspace key as I do actually typing the words that I am thinking. The doctor told me that a lot of people return to ask for a pinky amputation and now that I have lived with my pinky sticking out, unbending, I can totally see that. I sure do hope it doesn’t come to that in my future.