He
had opened the anatomy textbook to the chapter entitled “Hand.”
There
was one drawing after another of hands in different positions, each
one with five fingers.
Joseph
Walser looked at the names for the first time. Names of things that
had belonged to him for quite some time. The “opponens pollicis
(thumb muscle),” the “flexor retinaculum of the hand,” the
“adductor,” the “abductor.”
The
skeleton of the hand made a real impression on him. In the wrist
area, eight little bones were stacked on top of each other: “carpal
bones,” he read. Then, between the wrist and the fingers, the five
metacarpal bones, one for each finger. Each of the fingers, in turn,
was made of three consecutive bones, “like train cars,” he
muttered; their names were almost infantile: “proximal phalanges,
intermediate phalanges, distal phalanges.” The thumb was an
exception in this case: it only had two phalanges, instead of the
three phalanges the other fingers had.
Today
we have to speak seriously about a terrible personal testimony. On
30th April, 2013 I cut my hand tendon while I was cutting jam. I had
to wear an arm sling for three weeks and I had to do rehabilitation.
In the rehabilitation room I was embarrassed because, while I was
apparently hanky pankying with the nurse, there were people there
with serious injuries.
At
the beginning, as a bullfighter who has just been injured, I thougth
I was longing for a full recovery to cut jam again, that the
accident would not make me give it up. But I have given up and now I
eat only cut and packed jam.
From
this blog I want to show the youngsters that it is possible to
overcome this and that packed jam is a respectable option.
