A minor injury is always a wake-up call to how much we take our physical abilities for granted.
Earlier this week I sliced a good chunk of my finger off while cutting vegetables on a mandolin.
Working on patients has been a challenge.
I can’t do my normal routine at the gym.
It takes me twice as long to get dressed.
I can’t wash my hands without destroying the bandage.
I wash my body with one hand.
It’s not even painful, it’s just a massive inconvenience. I’m calling it inconvenient, and it pales in comparison to being in a wheelchair, or having a permanent disability.
I’ll be back to normal in a week but it’s made me acutely aware of how much I take functioning hands for granted.
Moral of the story: Kiss your little fingers and enjoy every moment of physicality given to us in our short time on this spinning rock.
Life is all about experience. People always regret the things they didn’t do more than those that they did.
I’ve been so committed to making myself anxious and killing my ego
I lost my kareoke virginity two nights ago and it felt amazing after I sweat through my shirt
Tremendo