hmmm

you know, i really thought when the stress was over, the wrist would find its way back to normal. i really did. i figured it was at least a little bit psychosomatic, or stress-related, or something.

and yet, it hurts. it hurts without the brace on. so i put the brace on. then the fool thing goes and stiffens up. which of course hurts worse than before i put the brace on. i can't win.

about the only time the wrist is feeling fine is when i'm knitting. but too many purls start to detract from whatever therapy is to be found in knitting. so goodbye to the lace scarf i was working on, because every other row is a purl row. ditto the shawl i picked up again.

i'm down to the peppermint doily and the slowly progressing blanket. and hackey sacks. in theory, three projects should be enough for a knitter to juggle. but i haven't had the time to knit in what seems like ages, and i'm acting like an indecisive hummingbird, flitting from flower to flower.

i entertained [briefly] the theory that knitting was actually the root of the wrist problem. but that would make no sense really, since knitting loosens the brace-stiffened wrist up. it doesn't ever cause pain except at the very first when the wrist is disinclined to swivel at all. and i couldn't bear it if beloved knitting were bad for me.

i'm still not entirely sure what i should be doing with my time. it seems wasteful [though immensely enjoyable] to sit around and knit all day. i drew up a list of the things that need doing around here, mostly on the cleaning front. but those are by and large unenjoyable tasks until the mood strikes. said mood remains unstruck [to screw around with active to passive constructions and destroy all hopes of proper parallel format].

i still have a few of the sample celebrex packets. the expiration date is this january. i think i'll finish them up and hope for an improvement. but for now, i'll sign off and ... go to bed. because i'm just a hint of tired, and that's a good sign, this early in the evening.

love and peace