For the last month or so I’ve had a wart on the tip of my left index finger. A wart! I’ve never had one before. I think I had associated them with ghastly mediaeval illustrations, or fairytales in which unpleasant things get inflicted by magic on evil-doers. Anyway, my wart has chosen a location particularly annoying for someone who plays the piano. (It doesn’t bear thinking about how painful it would be to play a stringed instrument with a wart on the left index fingertip).
Fortunately this has been a quiet period, concert-wise, but nevertheless I’ve had to practise for things coming up. I can play gently and slowly with my left hand, re-fingering as I go, but I can’t put any pressure on the sore finger, at least not without yelping and snatching my hand away from the keyboard in fright. I now have some medication for it, so with luck it will be better by the time I next have to play in public. But honestly! What a stupid little problem for a pianist.