My finger has finally healed and I’m permanently disfigured. I now feel a special kinship with Joseph Merrick only I can go out in public. I wear gloves when I do but mostly due of the cold weather, not because people are chasing me into the Tube to expose my deformity.
There was that one occasion though when a woman sitting next to me on knitting night looked over at my exposed finger and
shrieked whispered…”that’s quite the pointer you have there”. I scootched away and slipped a soft thimble over my finger citing sensitivity, but I felt the pain of being an outcast.
I’m not sure how I’m supposed to get back on the horse with a deformed finger on the reins but I’ll find a way. Yes, I can move forward with dignity but it will take some time to rebuild my confidence to the point where I can lift my hand, extend my finger, and point out that
freak with the bad toupee handsome man on the corner, but I’ll get there. One day soon I’ll learn to accept this shortcoming.
Until that time, let me leave you with this one little tip: If you’re going to cut your freaking finger off…do it perfectly horizontal because angled manicures are a bitch to maintain!