It’s not my fault

Who me?
In disagreement with my evening for I refuse to enter the kitchen and cook dinner.
For starters it's not been easy just working mostly with the one arm, keeping my index finger always raised and out of harms way and water.
It's difficult to shower, worse when I'm washing dishes and I need a breather or at least my finger does.
It can handle a bit of moisture but any longer than that it begins to hurt and chopping things with a finger hovering in air which was most instrumental in holding vegetables and such isn't easy.
Anyway that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
I don't want to cook, really I don't feel it, though I'd a soup planned my feet and finger rebel unanimously, one doesn't want to enter the kitchen and the other refuses to hover.