Freak Accident Sidelines Blogger

Yeah, I tore the hell out of my index finger ripping out carpet today. It is now encased in a freakish combination of tape, gauze, and bandage. I seem to be able to type alright but I can only compare the experience to playing the piano with my hands wrapped in cotton. Just none of the visceral feedback I've come to expect from touch typing and I'm sure my wpm is suffering. C'est la vie, I guess. Will try to either soldier on or curl up in a ball of withering pain, not quite certain which is the best course at the moment.