Wednesday 13th February 2013by Chelsea
I am posting something here before it is fully and officially more than four weeks since I last greeted ye, my sistren and brethren. First we had the three horribly boring weeks of the elimination diet, wherein I could think about very little save what I couldn’t eat, what I had to eat, and what I would eat again once I was allowed to do as I pleased. Then as soon as we started adding things back in, Work Drama began and I was too full of terror and self-recrimination to do much more than twitch while staring into space*. In the week since that, I was mostly recovering from a week’s worth of adrenaline, tossing in a pap smear, x-rays, a fourth pregnant friend, and knitter-friend crises.
Brain has been full, yo.
Very little knitting has been accomplished. Just today I finished my first project of the year. This time last February, I was finishing up my 8th project of the year. RSIs are no joke. Chiropractor has brought the pain down from an 8 to a 3-4, but it’s still unpleasant enough that I keep finding other things than knitting to do. (I’ve read a bunch more books so far this year than last.) But the aforementioned x-rays were good, showing no joint damage or arthritic changes, and I’ll be making an appointment with a physical therapist when we get back from The North next week.
Yes, Michael and I are going Up North this weekend, a thing which it seems Minnesotans do with some regularity in the wintertime. My amazing friend M. and her lovely husband S. invited us up to a cabin owned by a family friend. There will be snowshoeing and sauna, board games and knitting, food and general hanging out and I’m really looking forward to it! Except also there will be a couple of people we haven’t met before, so of course my lizard brain has kicked in, trying to convince me to fake sick. I’m always glad that I did things, but I very rarely want to actually do things, you know? My couch is safe and in close proximity to all of my stuff, after all.
But I will not fake sick. I will go and have a great time and make new friends and look at the stars. I will add yet another good time to my history of doing things, and trust that some day, eventually, my lizard brain will learn from experience.
*Drama resolved. I still adore my job, my boss appreciates me, and my coworkers are awesome. Carry on.