I’ve found myself in hospital eight times in the past two years for farm related injuries or illnesses linked to my life-long propensity to burn the candle at both ends. Last month, I presented to the Wesley Hospital in Brisbane with what I thought was a severed nerve in the ring finger of my right-hand complements of a *tiny* cut on my knuckle from a dog food can. At the time, I didn’t think anything of it, so I bandaged it up and carried on with the jobs at hand, but within two days I couldn’t move my finger.
Upon closer inspection by the emergency doctor, it turned out to be…
