I really should dig out the name of that bone guy and call him. Or call my internal medicine guy and get his name again. But everything seems like too much trouble today. If you're in no mood for a bitch session or have no helpful advice for cervical vertebra stuff, I guess you don't have to read any more. You can go on about your business. Sniff.
Let's see, Dear Son was finishing kindergarten so it was 4 years ago in April that I started having shooting pains in my right arm. Thought I was having a heart attack! I was too young to die! Shows you what I know about my anatomy (just enough to be dangerous, not enough to have any real diagnostic ability). Turns out one of the vertebra in my neck was pushing on a nerve and I could have surgery (yikes! Note to self: Surgeons always recommend surgery...) or do three months of physical therapy. Needless to say, rather than have surgery on MY NECK and risk PARALYSIS I chose the p.t. Worked wonders. I was fine for 4 years. Notice the "was".
Yesterday, I bent over to get the laundry out of the dryer and ... well ... let's just say it hurt. Let's not say what I said. 'Cause those were some baaaad words.
Unwilling to admit to myself that it was a similar problem or a re-awakening of the same problem (even though it felt exactly the same) I took a hot shower and rested my neck and shoulder yesterday. Very little knitting on the cotton baby blanket. Oh, I seamed some of it (which is another story) but I knit very little. Even though the deadline is looming... Stressed me out!
And I cried. Because it hurt so much. And because I couldn't do any of the stuff I love. Or any of the stuff I needed to do. And because I remember all too well how long it took me to come back from this very same thing 4 years ago. Sniff again.
The cute little p.t. guy gave me exercises to do back then. He said, and I quote, "Do these exercises or this will happen again." And to my credit, I did them. All summer and well into the fall. And when I remembered to do them through the winter. And what I could remember to do in the spring, because by then I had lost the paper he gave me describing the exercises. They involved pushing on a wall and leaning into a doorway and something about rotating your head and pushing on your forehead. And standing up straight. I wonder, if I go over there, if they'll give me the paper again... probably not.
So. I'll call my internal medicine Dr. this morning. Maybe I can bypass the bone surgeon, the whatever kind of scan and x-rays I had to have last time and skip straight to p.t. A girl can hope, right? Sheesh.
And you know, when your neck hurts? You can't think very well. You send out emails that make you look incompetent. And you have a hard time quizzing your daughter for her finals -- her English finals... you know, the subject you taught for 13 years? And you have a REALLY hard time deciphering your dear son's Worlds of Warcraft cd instructions. REALLY hard time. And that makes him sad because he bought it with his birthday money and he really just wants to create some online mayhem and he can't because you can't type in some code correctly. And you wish your husband was in town to do all this stuff. Sniff again. And you want to lie down, but that hurts too.
Here is a picture to cheer us up. That baby blanket is 2 miters from being almost done. Then I have to seam and pick up and knit the border.
The top two squares are seamed. Here is what I've learned about seaming mitred squares:
- It's kind of a pain in the butt, but not a pain in the neck.
- It's quite hard to get the middle square to look like a square... But it's easy to get it to look like a blob.
- Best to seam, then, with the color of the middle square. Because then, any fudging you have to do looks like you knit it that way... good or bad, depending.
- To have the least bulk in the middle, which accounts for some of the problems above, seam right on past the middle -- you know, all the way across two mitres, bottom to top and right to left -- then you don't have 4 more ends to weave in at the middle. This technique, however, has yet to result in a more square middle square. But I have 4 squares to go, so I might hit the jackpot. You never know.
I dearly love this blanket. Hope new nephew does as well.
And, it's nearly 8:30, so I'm off to call my Internal Medicine Dr. Wish me luck. Or give me advice. Whatever you've got? I'll take it. I'm a little bit desperate.