The bad news:
I’m taking a knitting sabbatical. You heard me (or rather, read) correctly. I hurt fair and square. It hurts me to type at work. I’m now wearing a brace – or two – both on and off. I don’t know if the braces help or hinder, but my palms and fingers feel like an old lady’s. I would like to kick the thief that came in during the night and took the insides of both of my arms below the elbows and replaced them with those of an 84 year old. AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH! Homework is killing my hands and wrists! I did a lab for school work yesterday, and 30 minutes into the 2-1/2 hour lab, I was in tears. I had to tighten the brace, which helped somewhat, but still… I downed an Ibuprofen halfway through the lab, and then some more last night after I woke up to pain (in my left hand especially) after I dozed off while the three of us watched Jurassic Park. Yeah, pain woke me up. Something in my right wrist starts feeling like a rubber band getting ready to snap sometimes.
Ok, enough already. You get the picture. I really hate how I sound and feel like the whiny wussy witch as I’ve been calling myself this past week. So this is the last of my frivolous typing for now. I won’t have a lot of updates to post anyway… I sure would love to finish my Garnet Grrrl Sweater (though as I write this, it’s 75 degrees outside, and since Daylight Savings Time kicked in today, it’s a bright sunny evening at 6:30 p.m.! Of course, the high will be 57 tomorrow… and in the 60s the rest of the week.) or attach the skein that just arrived so I can finish out a measly 20 rows of the Douglas Fir Chunky Reversible Knit Scarf. Who would have known there’d actually be a reason behind my using “Grrrl” for the name of my sweater instead of “Girl?” I surely didn’t plan it that way!
On the bright side, remember that book I told you I was reading like how many months ago? I’m FINALLY into it – THE TRUTH TELLER’S LIE by Sophie Hannah. I read two of her other books, and they snagged my attention from the get-go. I hate to admit it, but this one dragged terribly at the beginning. Over 100 pages in, the story finally picks up after I got to hear how this woman obsesses in her mind (worse than I ever could!). It drove me batty – and made me wonder, “Do I ever sound like that? OMG! I hope not!” Now I can’t put it down. I’m on page 170 of 363.
So I go to the doc tomorrow for a referral. I’m really worried. Carpal Tunnel? I don’t want surgery so young. I have at least 15 more years to put in at work typing before I’ve done my 30. And I’m SO YOUNG! Can strain do this badly to me? Please? Let that be it. Two people have told me you can get shots; they’re painful, but they work. Yuck though. And I can’t help but think it in the back of my mind since knitting IS my hobby… The mindless shows on TV these days just don’t do it for me, so I CANNOT veg in front of the tube, or I will go insanely batty. Not to sound like a pessimistic drama queen, but will I be able to knit again? I know, I shouldn’t push it… Hell, maybe my wrists will get better, but by the time I can go back to operating normally, my eyes will need to be checked because they sure are blurry now. LOL
As always, I gotta laugh or I’ll cry. ;)
And now, since it’s taken me several goes at typing a bit of this here and there throughout the day, I will stop, shut up, and post it as is. :)
P.S. – Anyone out here knit and have serious issues with their hands/palms/fingers/wrists? Can it be done? How?