It popped the skin clean open in a straight diagonal line across the main joint. It really didn't injure the muscle underneath and it didn't break the bone. (The doctor's office -protocol - was required to x-ray it to make sure the bone wasn't broken prior to stitching it up, even though I told them it wasn't broken.)
After getting it sewn up at the doctor's office, I went back and did some more work on some tubas. It didn't hurt too bad, but I could feel the stitches pulling.
Last night I played a one-hour (one set) bass guitar gig. (Yeah I use the right hand index finger quite a bit playing the bass...LOL
The drummer said something kind of nice afterward, to the effect that he enjoyed the lines I chose to play (at the most, I'm given chords and slashes - regardless of the tune and the style) and that it didn't at all sound like I had stitches in my index finger.
If you check the lounge forum, you'll see that today I swapped out the A-coil (26 years old and leaking) from our upstairs AC unit.
The thing hasn't bled very much at all (not even when I first popped it open), it really doesn't hurt, and it's really not that swollen.
I guess -:even when I'm unlucky - I'm still lucky.
Money's pouring out of the bank account like water, though.
Mrs bloke ran over one of those concrete curbs in a turn lane and her car needs 1100 bucks worth of put-it-back-like-it-was.
(Part of it I suspect was not related to her doing that. I've been hearing some weird disturbing noises when I've occasionally driven that car and spoken to her about having it checked. Of course, women don't have things checked; they just drive their cars until they don't work anymore. The thing that I've been hearing - I'm certain, and not related to what she did - was a bad strut, but that's only part of it. She actually damaged a wheel hub and some other stuff - driving around risking that wheel falling off.)
As I was able to play the bass little more than 24 hours after I busted my right hand index finger open, I'm sure that my Sunday church gig with the tuba will be a piece of cake.
The gig on the bass was only about an hour, but bass guitar gigs involve endless notes and endless index finger movement. Tuba parts on church gig tunes sometimes only feature enough notes to count with your fingers and toes (as long as you don't try to cut them off with sledgehammers). I'll find out when I get there. They want me there to 7:15 a.m. rehearsal before the two services. I believe one of the services is on either the internet or TV or something. 2pc.org (it's about a mile down the road from where I played a church gig last Sunday. (An east-west thoroughfare in Memphis called Walnut Grove Road seems to feature all the highfalutin churches and highfalutin private schools.)
The stitches come out in a week or less.
It's really not even very bruised. There's a lot of dirt on this hand from installing that air-conditioner's A-coil today. I've gone over my whole hand with alcohol, but I just don't want to get it all wet with soap and water...yet. I might try a little soap on a washcloth scrubbing with one finger of the other hand...
I'm thinking about leaving the bandage off tonight while I'm sleeping, and not putting on a third one until tomorrow morning.


