Damned Wrists
Yesterday...
I pulled myself out of bed, had some coffee...wrote in my blog. I went, and rushed through a bath, got dressed (in my {now} usual Throw-Whatever-On method.) I pulled out my yarn.
And, my mom called me.
She was going out to run some errands, and wanted to know I wished to go. (Her little way of saying: "I have plans to leave, and I will be taking you with me.") Normally, I would have bitched. I would have whined, as I looked at the yarn, and the hook, I had just pulled out, only minutes ago. But, as she is still in extreme pain, I fought the urge to grumble. I resisted the temptation, to stand my ground. ("No. I will be staying here, and working with my yarn, thank you very much!) I knew going with her would be for the best. The pain medication, she is taking, has made her loopier than a roller coaster at Magic Mountain. So, I threw a longing look at my yarn, and climbed off my bed. I pulled on my mock-Uggs, and started scooting, with my walker, out to the car.
Have you ever seen a medicated person, try to shop for groceries?
I have to admit, it is kind of funny. (Should I feel wrong, saying that?) She zigged and zagged, through the store. She looked for items, in aisles that were clearly wrong. Then, we got up to the registers, and she was just a jumble of potty mouthed language. (Ok...that threw me for a loop.) I swear, it was like "R" rated language, at the check out.
Finally, I got back home.
I went to my room, curled up on my bed, and grabbed my hook.
Five minutes later, there it was.
"Ouch!"Tendonitis did not just visit me, yesterday...nope! It brought full-out war, to my wrists. And, screw having a tingling sensation. Hell...I would have found a tingling sensation, merciful. Instead of merely tingling, my wrists were BURNING. It felt as though I had placed my hands in a roaring fire.
My hook dropped from my hand, and fell on the bed.
Needless to say, a cursing fit ensued. I was practically repeating the words my mother was throwing out, at the check-out counter.
"ALL I WANT TO DO IS CROCHET!" I screamed it, and raised my aching hands into the air.
Just yesterday, I wrote that I feel the pressure, now. I wrote that stress is coming, in whole new levels. And, then...TENDONITIS. As if the odds were not against me, enough...let's just FRIGGIN thow wrist pain in!
I looked at my afghan, and my yarn, and my hook. There they were, piled on my bed...craving attention. And here I was...practically a cripple.
I tried EVERYTHING, I could think of. I shook my hands, violently. That didn't work. I set my hands in hot water. Nope! I tried putting on my wrist guards. But, as soon as I started tightening them, a whole new wave of unbearable pain, found its way, to my wrists. Pain meds...not working one damned bit!
Seriously....I think it would have been less painful, had I just chopped my friggin hands off, yesterday.
Needless to say, this little yarnie was a damned invalid, all day long.
As for today.
Well, I am going to pray, to every deity imaginable, when I am done, writing. I will pray that my wrists behave themselves, today. Let the curse of tendonits be gone!
Then, I will go to my room, and (hopefully) begin working on my afghan.
Well, there you have it.
Yesterday was a complete bust!
Hopefully, today will be a good crochet day.
We shall see.
So, happy crocheting!