
I hurt my hand last Thursday, jamming it in my car door while turning around to do something; I'm blaming aging for my poor reflexes. Anyway, my hand swelled up to resemble little sausages - think vienna or lil smokies. Since I was going camping for the weekend, I went to the doc to get it checked out and ended having to get a painful tetnus shot in my right arm since my middle finger had a gash in it. Luckily, there were no broken bones but still, camping isn't as enjoyable when it seems like all the odds are against you.
After we set up camp, we left to check out the beach. When we returned, I learned that my tent (which I'd attempted to fix pre-trip) ended up ripping completely open. There I was in sweat-dripping weather with a sore arm, a broken tent, and a bad finger that was naturally flipping the whole situation the bird. I'd like to think I made the most of it. But man, there were times when I just wanted to quit. So I'm sorry if it looks like I'm flipping you off; I'm really just trying to entertain myself to keep from crying.
Since I can't bend my middle finger and still haven't regained feeling in it, I can't crochet for a few days. I'm halting the granny squares and turning my spirits around by starting a new quilting project! Hopefully by the time I get all my fabric, wash and press everything, I will be able to use the rotary cutter with my right hand. There is hope. And if that doesn't work, there are friends.