Rob the Fiddler

Hey folks. I realize its been a long time since I have checked in with most folks. When I get more than 5 emails in a month checking on my pulse, I guess its time to update the internets on my goings on.

Mostly, things are good. My hand is recovering. Ten years or so at “Rockfest” I jacked my hand up so bad I had to get a plate and screws. There was no drinking involved or anything interesting…in fact, the incident was flat out dumb. It was friday night of rockfest. I was looking forward to a day of music with Matchbox 20, Jewel , Bush, No Doubt, Collective Soul, Counting Crows and The Wallflowers. It never happened. About 2am I was kinda just playing street hockey with sticks and fell on my wrist….breaking it badly. Never saw the show.

Fast forward ten years. Im on my bike with Spyche and had a crash. It was a pretty bad sprain, but the good part was that a creaky wrist that I thought was normal was really pointed out to be screws rubbing on my tendons. After displaying my wrist to every resident in the building as a bad example of how to go about caring for a wrist, it was suggested (short of at gunpoint) that I had to get the hardware out. A scan of my wrist showed some damage that could be scoped too, but they were not sure if it was recent or from a while ago…not that it mattered.

When it first happened, I had to cancel some gigs. I could not play. After two weeks, I could make some noise. I ended up canceling a gig at Adairs and still played a short set at Allgood. This resulted in the Boys Named Sue getting banned from Adairs for backing out on a gig. Kinda Sucks…but well…whatever.

So I ended up with surgery on my wrist. They took out the plate and screws, debraided my tfcc and cleaned my tendons. Had my wrist in a surgical cast for two weeks and got it out two weeks ago. I can play fine….dexterity is fine, but the strength needs to be rebuilt. wrist is a bit clicky though. It was like that before surgery, but now that most of the issues have healed, thats whats left.

Got a kitten…or…well…he got me. A week before the surgery, I had reports from my neighbors that my Jeep was “Meowing”. Turns out a kitten had holed up in the engine. So the day after surgery…a weekend of presumed “rest”, spyche caught the kitten and cleaned him up.

He has been at my house ever since. Sweet fella. Mostly well behaved. Likes twine. Very curious..but I love him to death. Called him Mojo. Mojo the Dubcat!

So…

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