One of the most annoying things about chronic pain (other than the obvious), is that you get used to ignoring pain. So used to it, that you ignore it even when you shouldn't. You know, when there's something wrong and you should do something about it? (Often the way I notice I need more painkillers is when I realize I'm grinding my teeth.) I've been having hand problems for about a week now, made worse Monday when I took a nap and woke up with my hand twisted up under my chin, unable to feel my fingers. I kept telling myself that not knitting anything heavy was good enough.
So last night I'm knitting away on the lace shawl and realize that not only do my hands hurt, but I can't quite make a fist with either one of them. (My left hand is also goofy, from doing extra stuff that the right hand can't do.) That was the first I'd noticed quite how much the knitting was bothering me, but once I started paying attention, I realized I was having quite a lot of trouble.
No knitting for the next couple days. Nothing else that uses fine motor skills like that either. (Don't mention typing. Don't. For one thing it's never really bothered me, and for another, if I have to give up the internet too, I will lose my freaking mind.) It would also do me some good to not do heavy lifting (like, say, thirty-five pound babies), but figure the odds of THAT happening.
All that leaves is yarn winding and dyeing to do. Shucks. I know you guys are heart-broken.
I've wound up all the Easter Egg Rainbow, including the skein I plan to keep.
I wound my skein into a little cake for easy stashing, and I've gotta say, when I look at the cake of yarn I feel like a freakin' genius.
Once the baby's down for her nap, I hope to wind up all the Purple Trainwreck, then I'm going to post it all over at Etsy, either late afternoon or tonight. That includes the coffee yarn and a single skein of neon experiment I'm calling "Technicolor Yawn".
Otherwise, who knows how much yarn I'm going to dye while I can't knit. Probably a lot. At the least I'll get it wound up for later.
Oh, and one last thing.
Sekhmet, you fucker.