The clutz curse
My left-hand index finger could not look worse.
Around a month ago, I had a freak accident involving an X-Acto. It’s weird, cause in my life-time career of using sharp objects, I have never, ever even scratched myself.
The gory details: I was lining my roll of tape into smaller parts with the X-Acto when it slipped right off the tape and into my index finger’s joint. Deep-edge into joint. The result was tons of blood, a joint that I still can’t bend properly a month on, discoloration, and worst of all, decreased typing efficiency.
I basically type using three fingers, and my left index finger is one of the most important.
I really like this video of me typing, especially as 99% of the comments it got is from people who think I’m really not typing. Or they think something’s wrong with my pinky.
I’m GOOD at typing. With my three super-typing fingers, I won the office typing competition a few months ago.
Okay. Now I’m just bragging. But at least I must be the world’s most efficient typist, when you combine both number of fingers used with time.
Back to the original point… last week, I spilled super hot boiling coffee on my already injured left-hand index finger. It’s now both scarred, unbendable, blue, AND blistered.
People are suggesting that my YouTube video has resulted in a life-time jinx. Jinxing via YouTube. Can we have a fatwa on that?
