Yesterday, I posted about my renewed fervor in finishing a project so that I can dig into that alpaca yarn that is chanting my name. I went to my Wednesday morning knitting group, and knit on the shawl. I knit a little when I got home, too.
Last night, my wrist was a little sore. I figured that I had lugged the boy around too much (he's four and still loves to be carried) and it was a little irritated. I went to bed. At 3 o'clock, I awoke to a throbbing wrist. I managed to prop it up and get back to sleep, only to squish it again a little while later. Ouch.
This morning I hunted down my old wrist brace, totally forgetting that it's for my right wrist I got it from the Occupational Safety department when I worked in an office). I think I need to go to the drug store and buy a new dealie for my poor pained appendage.
And no knitting for me today. I guess I'll have to clean the house instead. *sobs*
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Ah, yes. I know that pain all too well. I sleep with my braces on most nights - that seems to help, and it means I don't have to wear them all day long.
ReplyDeleteNo, no, NO!! Any injury requires elevation, ice and being waited on hand and foot! Don't you dare clean house!
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