theyellowhobbit

I'm healed. I can knit again. I can wash pottery. I can dig.

I wish those 4 sentences above were the truth. I thought they were. I washed pottery yesterday and the day before just fine. But today, while I was in the middle of my first bucket, my hand started hurting. And I didn't want to wimp out on L. the girl who usually does it, who I was helping. So I forced myself to finish the bucket, and then I told her that my hand was hurting. If I had been knitting or something I might have just stop, but I felt guilty enough for not being able to wash the rest of the pottery, so I risked further injury to wash those last few pieces.

I spent the rest of the morning with my cast on again. And I took more drugs. I think I'm okay now. I'm going to try to crochet again, because I really want to finish this kippah...

But yeah, stupid move on my part. No more pottery washing. And tomorrow I work with the cast on.