
Guitars are pretty amazing machines right?! And a conduit for us all to express ourselves.
But have you ever really considered the amazing machines that you carry around with you every day that we’re so dependent on for transferring our emotions into the instruments of our obsessions?
About three weeks ago I was walking along looking the wrong way (I’d just missed my bus) when my foot met with an unexpected obstacle and suddenly I was falling. Fast forward through embarrassment, pain and the strangeness of falling as an adult.... Over the next day it became apparent that I’d really done a number on both hands and wrists and especially my left thumb. Luckily I hadn’t broken anything, but I’ve become painfully aware of all of the things I do with my hands and how dependent I am on them.
I’ve been banned from playing the guitar for at least another couple of weeks by my Physio to ensure I don’t retard their healing. In truth I’ve been testing myself a litttle by picking up my Uke and yep....even now it takes very little time before my brain is saying “stop being stupid, stop playing, this is a bad pain that you can’t just push through.”
So I’m sitting on the side lines, and having to get my hit of guitar stuff by enjoying the playing of others. Yep our hands are pretty incredible machines. You don’t realise just how important they are until they’re out of action.
I know some of you out there have had similar experiences. Anyone want to share your own experiences, frustrations and road to recovery?
Read you soon. Ciao for now
Michele