Of all the bad things that could happen to a technophilic writer, the worst has to be a hand injury.
Especially one as daft as this one.
In the process of scooping up carrot stubs, I ran the side of my index finger along the edge of a knife that was just sitting there. It didn't hurt, so I didn't think I had hurt myself, and it wasn't bleeding even after I'd chucked the carrot stubs.
Squeeze finger just to check. Yup. I had, indeed, cut myself. I didn't even feel it until like five minutes afterwards. Well after I'd applied an adhesive medical strip, by the way.
But now the index finger on my dextrous hand is covered in an adhesive medical strip. Which means that I can no longer open my phone with my fingerprint.
If you've had time to get used to fingerprint unlocking, then you know how much of a pain in the butt it is to suddenly have to use your passcode with a non-dominant poking finger.
And anyone who's used to touch screens will know what a pain in the arse it is to use a non-dominant poking finger for literally everything.
So yeah. I'm paying for my temporary carelessness in time and effort instead of pain.
And I won't be able to wash the dishes because injury. On a cleaning day. Huzzah. Not.