Well, boys and girls, remember when I tell you that I feel good, so I go out and try to kick the world's... rear, and it ALWAYS comes back to bite mine?
Yeffir. I worked at the faire site, (ren faire in about 2 weeks!), and tried out the new toy. I now have a weed eater. I still like my scythe, but this can go much faster, and when you are working with a group, needing to remind people to get OUT OF THE WAY, when you are swinging a blade almost three feet long... Sheesh, you think this would be obvious, but no. Somehow, they do figure out the buzzing noise box IS potentially not so healthy.
I had on the glasses, the ear covers, and I whacked away for about 5-6 hours.
I felt GREAT!
I found out there is a muscle that runs from the base of my wrist, to the crook of my elbow, and the two of them have declared war on my person. I can move my arms (had to, as I had to water and feed), but let's just say, I will not be climbing any monkey bars (HA!!), or whacking any weeds, or anything else much that I don't absolutely HAVE to do...
Aspirin. Many, many aspirin. Ow.
The irony, here? I was on my feet the whole time? I have in NO pain my ankles or legs. I was walking and moving, wearing my big UG-U-LY steel toed work shoes that are the most comfortable things I own, and was never on cement.
So I can walk fine today. It's just anything that involves my arms that's a problem. Things like, oh, reaching for feed, lifting a fifty pound bag of dog food, putting food in my mouth, you know, that sort of thing. So far, typing hasn't been too bad, as long as I rest my hands on the desk. (My typing teacher would shoot me, but she isn't here, so I am good), and Who Knows if I can knit today.
Think perhaps this would be a good day to catch up on letter writing, on the computer.
Will I ever learn?
(Don't answer that...)