Saturday, May 19, 2018

The finger test

This morning I held my hand up and watched to see what it do. Within seconds it happened, my index finger twitched. It kicked up just enough that if I was holding something but not gripping with intent then I would have dropped it. I waited to see if it would happen again and there was another after thirty seconds.

Close up observed finger betrayal. If we were a guerrilla movement my index finger would cop one in the back of the middle knuckle for being a government spy. 

Then I got up and moved on with my life. I'm still alive and I should not be. If the price to pay are occasional bursts of fight flight and random onset of momentary finger failure I'm okay with that.

It's amazing how satisfying a wonky life is when you've nearly lost it so many times.


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