I feel like it's the last quarter of a basketball game, we're down by 2 points, the clock is running down and I've been benched ... here it is, 2 weeks before Christmas, the most knitterly of the holiday gift giving seasons, and my physiotherapist has asked me to quit knitting. Not forever. But for a good long time.
I have tendinitis in my shoulder, and prior to that, rotator cuff issues, and he feels they are knitting related. When he informed me of his "cure" for my shoulder/wrist/hand issues on Friday, I told him quite plainly that he was asking me to quit something that I just couldn't quit -- it would be like asking me to quit breathing or reading. What would I do with my time, I love it so much, it is my stress release, my creative outlet, a source of instant joy for me.
After physio, I went home, fuming and ranting to my husband about what a ridiculous request Physio Guy had made, how of course it couldn't be just caused by knitting ... and was so frustrated, I went in and sat down in my chair, to knit a few rows (you know, to take the edge off).
Not 15 minutes later, I was back in the kitchen, nearly in tears from the pain radiating from my shoulder to my elbow and then down into my hand (and to be honest, the realization of what I had done to myself, and I was really ticked), and told my husband that my Physio Guy was right, that the hobby I love most in this world was/is doing me real damage.
I put down the needles Saturday afternoon (after painfully cranking out the 2 roses I needed to finish the 6 Red Hatter Purses), and I won't be knitting anymore until at least mid-January. I am going to give my arm a month long break, do my exercises and see if it will heal.
Needless to say, I am devastated (this is not an overreaction - I knit a lot! More than I should, apparently). I have a number of Christmas presents that need finishing, a bunch that need starting (yeah - they won't get started this year), and a lot of family and friends who have been hinting for knitted presents who are going to be disappointed. Even when (hopefully it is "when", not "if") I get the strength and range of motion back in my arm, there won't be any more marathon knitting days for me (when T works weekends, I regularly knit from the time I get up until he gets home, 8 - 10 hours straight with only pee and coffee breaks).
I am currently feeling very sorry for myself ... and that being said, am sorry to drag you down with me. I will be back to normal soon, I'm sure, but am at the moment in shock and at a loss for what to do with my spare time.
Once I figure out something to "do", I'll be fine -- look for a chipper, happy version of me in a few days -- probably still without the ability to post pictures, though!
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