Today was not kind to my appendages. Well, this week hasn’t been kind to them at all. It started with a few nights ago when I attempted a face plant on my front porch. Instead, I caught myself and my 4 bags of groceries on my knee. I sat there and half cried for about 3 minutes until I could woman up enough to limp into the house.
And I half cried because no one was here to hear me but I still needed a good cry. It was pathetic really.
The knee hurt for a couple of days and when I woke up this morning, it felt as good as new. Just in time to allow me to slice open my right index finger at work (and by slice, I do mean slice – it’s not pretty). After 5 band-aids, I think it stopped bleeding… or I temporarily ran out of blood, I can’t be sure of which.
Okay, so it stopped bleeding, I’m being a bit dramatic. I’d lead you all to believe I ran out of blood if the story didn’t actually get better. Today was also a blood drive up at work and since I haven’t donated since the slasher film moment I had during the fall of 2003 blood drive at UT, I thought it was time to give it another go. It wasn’t as smooth sailing as I was hoping… and it hurt WAY more than I remember and now my arm can hardly do anything that requires muscle or too much control.
So spinning is out. Cooking is out. Carding wool is out. Carrying my monster purse is out. Opening the trap door to my bedroom is out. I do most everything with that arm… except needle felting. So tonight I made this –
This was a pitiful story, wasn’t it? 🙂