I know, I know, "That's not news," you will tell me, "we all know that."
But yesterday was beyond words. On top of everything I'm about to tell you, yesterday felt like my body had Alzheimer's... My feet forgot how to walk, my hands forgot how to write, print and type, and my tongue forgot how to speak...
I finally finished my brother's sweater that I was making him for his birthday (originally) and that didn't work, so I thought I'd give it to him for Christmas... but... It's too small, and I have to start again (the way it's constructed is not conducive to alterations after the fact) . So yesterday... I went shopping for more yarn to add to my mountain and hill of yarn, that continue to grow in my living room. And as I was walking my ankle had one of those horrendous *CRUNCH* moments, and I almost screamed. Off I toddled to the nearest seat, tore off my shoe, gingerly removed my brace, poked around a bit, then gently (and with a lot of force) tied my brace back on tightly enough that my toes started losing feeling. Then I was on my way again.
Once I got home, I quickly put all of my things "away" (haphazardly threw them onto any available surface) then curled into the fetal position, and didn't move for 2 hours. After that I was on my way outside for a smoke and three steps toward the door had me almost in tears from the pain. I went back the three steps I had already taken, and grabbed my emergency medicine, so I could smoke some of that too. After my self medication I was finally able to concentrate on something other than the pain, and after a while I went to bed. You know what fish do, when they're out of water? Lots of flopping? That was me until 3am 'cuz I was still in too much pain to get comfortable enough to sleep (and my emergency pain medication usually knocks me out pretty well). Then I got up at 6am, and went to work... Grrr...
At work, writing, which I do a LOT of EVERY DAY... I bent my index finger knuckle really far the wrong direction. I need some ring splints... Lots of them. Soon. I still can't use my index finger, and my ring finger on the other hand seems to think sympathy pain is a good thing...
After work today I get to do the whole process again, because I couldn't find enough of the yarn I needed last night...
...Oh, and I broke my husband... I feel REALLY bad about it :(
Remembering Michael Lennick
1 week ago
5 comments:
Ouch, ouch, and ouch.
Ring Splints help so much! I think you'll also be able to continue crocheting with them. They are worth every penny of the cost.
Hopefully you can find a home for the first sweater you made. :)
Hang in there sweetie!
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Pain and joints that won't stay put are such a pain. I watch my daughter every day and hope that she's not deteriorating further - that she's holding the line. I can only hope.
I sure hope you feel better soon.
Elise,
I would love to get ring splints, but at this point they're looking too expensive, and difficult to procure. Yesterday I devised my own... It was nifty... Made out of very small hair elastics. :) I'm proud of me! One of my co-workers said e would buy my sweater for his daughter, so it does have a home to go to.
Pop and Ice,
I hope your daughter doesn't deteriorate any farther either. I often wonder how much worse I cold possibly get, then days like the last two happen, and I hope I can get back to my normal levels of pain.
How on earth did you break your husband?!
Veronica,
Somehow I knew it would be YOU that asked that question... I figured it might be TMI for the main blog post, but it was while we were having sex. He got a bit of a friction burn... Which is nice for a change, because it's usually me that breaks during sex.
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