Went to the neurologist early this week and endured a barrage of tests. She (Dr. Emily Horowitz - think Dr. Enemy Horrorwitch) had me sit at a computer and click at colored lights. She had me squeeze balls. She poured pennies on a table and timed how long it took me to pick them up. She even donned the rubber gloves and had me do the coughing thing (wtf?). And when it was all over she said I was fine.
I said, what are you talking about? I’ve been playing guitar for over 45 years and now my left hand cannot make the simplest cord. This is something that used to be automatic - beyond conscious thought - something that easily met Malcolm Gladwell’s 10,000 hour rule - and now it’s as if I never held a guitar in my life.
She said, Mr. Too, you had a mini-stroke. A tiny part of your brain was destroyed and can never be recovered yet you can stand here without falling on your face. You’re not drooling and I can easily understand your self-centered protestations when you talk. You’re a very fortunate man. If the outcome of this event had been any different I can assure you that your ability to play a musical instrument would have been one of the first things on the table if bargaining it away were an option. Besides people your age need a hobby. You’ve got crossword puzzles, suduko, or learning how to play guitar all over again - your choice.