A few weeks ago I got
the middle finger of my right hand onto the grinding wheel of the pedestal
grinder.
I was busy grinding
spring steel pins on the side of the wheel for a crimping roller I was making.
The next moment the pin slipped over the edge and my finger followed.
Now I must confess that
my immediate steps after the accident were quite extraordinary taking my
history into account. Usually, whenever I get hurt badly in the workshop, the
first thing I do is to carefully take off my glasses and put it somewhere safe.
I have a tendency to faint.
This time around I quickly
switched off the grinder and went to the cupboard where we keep plasters for emergencies
in the workshop. At that stage I acted quite calmly because I realised I had to
stop the bleeding. Blood was by now dripping onto the ground. It helped to a
degree but I knew I had to get to the house where my dad could help me to first
clean the finger somehow, determine the damage and cover it properly.
After that was eventually done and
having seen the wound and with the pain setting in, I then had to lie down. Finally,
after talking to Matilda on the phone, we decided not to go to the doctor immediately.
From what we could determine, although the upper front halves of my nail and finger
tip were gone, the bone in the finger wasn’t damaged and in any case, the
grinding wheel didn’t leave much to stitch up.
Now, with the finger almost healed, I can look back and assess what I have
learned from or discovered anew through this experience. A few things:
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All
our fingers have a function. With one out of action the others struggle to grip
or hold .1 Corinthians 12-like the one can’t say to the other: “I don’t need you.”
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Somebody
once said that the shin is an instrument with which you find things in the
dark. It also applies to a sore finger and the period can be extended to day
time in the case of the latter as well. It felt as if I bumped the finger against
everything. Pain is a strange gift protecting the body in a lot of cases. A
short plastic pipe that I put over my finger proved invaluable and I became so
handy with it, especially in drying dishes, that I was almost disappointed when
the time came that I could work without it. I felt as versatile as Gobber the
Belch, the one legged, one handed Viking responsible for Dragon Training in How to train your Dragon.
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The
body’s ability to heal itself amazes me. With the results of the grinding wheel
clearly to be seen I was wondering where my body would find material to fill
the gap. Somehow it did. The spot is as even as before, although still tender
and the nail has almost grown to its original shape. In all fairness, I used
some of the wonder lavender cream that Matilda makes herself and I truly
believe it hastened the healing process considerably. It works wonders with
burns and other injuries as well. The trusted old water resistant plaster should
also not be underestimated.
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We
do not value our bodies enough. We subject it to maltreatment by overeating,
poor sleeping habits, substance abuse, neglect and still it serves us. Much more
than we think. By merely looking at the abilities of the human hand, being able
to gently caress and powerfully grip, one is witness to a miracle.
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We
are much closer to the extraordinary wonderful than we realise. In fact, the
ordinary is holy.
Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with
God;
But only he who sees, takes off
his shoes –
The rest sit round it and pluck
blackberries.”
–
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Oh
yes, one last thing: a grinding wheel is not suitable for doing one’s nails.
Rather use the old hand held emery board. And always follow the rule: Go slow.
George
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