Reading MelMel's journal

I've become somewhat obsessive about my hands this past week. I keep holding them out in front of me, willing them to tell me their secrets. I know my hands so well. They are so ncredibly important to me. I cannot imagine life without a single finger. How would i play flute or piano. My music would be gone.

My father is a very talented musician. He plays piano (two sometimes :O ) and has his own band. He was interstate onbusiness last tuesday when he slipped getting out of a lift. He put his hand between the doors to try and balance himself. Normally there is a foam or rubber thing there, but tere wasnt. There was sharp metal with indents in it sporadically. He slid all the way to the floor.

He cut his index and middle finger pretty bad. He severed the the tendon in his middle finger and basiclly shreded it in his index finger. He rang me from the hospital saying he had to go in for microsurgery. I was just walking into an exam. I spent the whole exam freting with "what if he never plays piano again?" Floating through my head.

Thankfully he will. His tendon is sewn onto his fingernail...But in6-8 weeks he should recover full use of his hand. No powerful jazz chords for a while, but he'll evetually build up full strength again.

I was so relieved, and now i am so grateful for my hands. I would rather lose both legs than a single finger.

-Mel

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