I have this sneaking suspicion that in my early days, I was cursed by a gypsy. Or crone. Or maybe just a mean-spirited old lady with no powers who got lucky that day. Nevertheless, I feel I was cursed. Because my fingers are constantly getting injured.

This isn't just getting papercuts every now and then. This is repeated trauma, quite often in new and interesting manners.

Like the patch of skin on my left index finger that has been sliced off twice, in the exact same circumstances - while cutting up vinyl, using a guide to protect my fingers.

Or the scars on my right index and little fingers, after a perfectly normal drinking glass decided to implode while in my grasp. It was free of cracks and weak spots, held no liquid, and had been comfortably in my hand for at least half a minute before deciding that structural failure was its best option.


However, the 'best' injury I have received regarding my fingers has to be the slightly misshapen fingernail on my right middle finger. During a rather unfortunate trip to Hawaii, I ended up in an altercation with the rental car. We had a difference of opinion - I believed that when I closed the door after getting out, I should have my fingers outside the vehicle, whereas the car would prefer me to keep my fingers inside. There was a scuffle, and I came off second-best.
I lost the nail around 3 months later, and once it grew back, it was a shadow of its former self.


I'm just thankful I haven't injured myself with a kitchen knife. Yet.