Fell on the stairs coming up from the train platform yesterday. I smashed the hell out of my right middle finger. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but when I woke up this morning, it was pretty stiff and and sore. It’s not puffy, though, and I can bend it easily.
But getting up last night, realizing it hurt, and not being able to see what was going on with it, I had this suddnen, terrible fear:
“But how will I type?”
The answer, of course, is two-fingered typing.
But it’s funny how worried I was about that. My entire livlihood, from dayjob to writing work, hinges on my abillity to get words down on a keyborad quickly.
I have nightmares about people cutting off my fingers.