Slicing Off My Finger Tip

Well I was hoping to have a picture to post by today, of the tip of my finger that Sweetie picked up off the floor Sunday afternoon. Earlier in the day I had managed the seemingly difficult task of removing about a third of the nail out to the tip of my finger at about a 45 degree angle. I say seemingly difficult because I was able to do this without actually touching the bone. The actual slicing part was relatively easy.

It was my taste for Walla Walla Sweets that did my finger tip in. I was just putting the finishing touches on my turkey-pita sandwich and got the idea that a few choice slices of onion would be the perfect way to top it off.

I tell you, after I had done the deed, my swearing had subsided and my hand wrapped in paper towel, raised appropriately above my heart I had a dilemma to face. I had already called Sweetie and she was on her way back home, the older boy had already chastised me for not using the safety handle and so I had some time to think. The real issue is that I knew I would be going to the emergency room to get this dealt with and that emergency room visits, as I know all to well, could take the better part of the afternoon.

I was going to need something to eat.

The real problem, and I will not try to be too graphic here, was that my pita sandwiches were splattered with blood. Now granted it was my blood, and I have both seen and tasted my own blood, but I couldn’t decide if that much blood somehow constituted cannibalism or, if I wiped off what I could, would I be none the wiser.

You should know that my stomach won the battle, although my brain wouldn’t let me enjoy the taste.

The good news is that it was the tip of my right ring finger. Of all my fingers, only my right pinky is less important in my pretending to be a musician. Playing guitar isn’t nearly the issue typing seems to be.

I’m keeping this forum short for just that reason.

HOWEVER, I do hope I will see some of you, my friends this Saturday night (April 30) at Shakabra Java. I’m on the stage all by myself for as long as I can make it. The fun starts at 8 pm and goes until I run out of songs to sing. I’ll be playing some new songs, both mine and other peoples.

Hell, I might even show you the band-aid if you ask nice.

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