On April 20th i experienced the most horrifying injury in my life. I lost part of my right index finger while working on my car. The tissue was ripped away from the bone all the way to the first knuckle leaving only a small flap of skin with part of the nail bed attached to it. Three days later I went in for reconstruction. The doctor says I was lucky because I would have lost it at the first joint if bone was crushed. He pulled a full thickness graph from my forearm and used it to fill in the tissue that had been lost. After spending three weeks with my arm in a cast came the weeks of therapy, along with the itch to be productive. Hell, in the first I couldn't even hold a pencil. Then it happened, the strength started to return to my fingers and I again able to draw for the first time in a long time. I finished up therapy a few weeks ago and still do strengthening exercises. The tip is regaining a little bit of feeling and I was finally able to sling some ink on last Wednesday. Ive done a few finished drawings and have started some more which Ill be posting soon. All in all, I'm eternally grateful I didn't lose the finger. I now refer to it as my ZOMBIE FINGER, and joke with my kids about how it will turn them into zombies if I tickle them with it.