So I get home today after a long tiring road trip from Django in June to Nova Scotia, totally exhausted but totally exhilarated from a fabulous week (more on this later), and I'm putting the car back together and decide to put the folding back seat back up. Do I grab the seat like you're supposed to? NOOOO, I grab one of the metal struts and pull on it, and it proceeds to suddenly snap shut onto my left hand (naturally) ring finger, with all the weight of the seat behind it. As I scream in pain, the blood starts gushing all over the place from where the finger split, including under the nail.
Good thing my wife hadn't left yet to go the the store. She rushed me to emergency, where I wound up with four stitches, including two through the nail (I didn't know they could do that) and a tetanus shot, plus I learned that there is a small fracture in the last bone. I have instructions not to play the guitar for ten days or so, and I am SO anxious to start trying out all the great stuff from Django Camp.
AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! How do you say "blithering idiot" in French?
The only good thing to say about this is that it didn't happen before Django in June. The big bandage comes off in a couple of days, the stitches in about ten, than I should be good as new. But I'm really pissed, plus it was very scary. Now before you start in with how Django did it with TWO crippled fingers, allow me to point out that he spent about two years retraining himself. Plus he was so much more talented than I am that it ain't funny.
Defnintely not the way to close out an incredibly wonderful Django in June.
Here's a photo:
"It's a great feeling to be dealing with material which is better than yourself, that you know you can never live up to."
-- Orson Welles