Cryin' Every Day

Thursday, there were tears after my therapy session.  Darrell, my "regular guy," was booked solid, so my appointment was with another therapist.

He was abysmal.

No support, no motivation.  Criticism.  Criticism bordering on ridicule.  Forcing me to push and pull my shoulder beyond points of comfort.  By the time my session was over, I was physically whipped and emotionally drained.  (You can offer help, you can speak without spitting "No, no, NO!" through your teeth.)

Yesterday, I cried because I was in pain from Thursday.  My hurt feelings turned to anger.  Thursday night, for the first time in several weeks, I didn't sleep well because my arm and shoulder kept me awake.

Today, I cry from the weight and the wait of all of this.  Plus, I finally cast some knitting on.  Mistake.  Yes, I knew cotton was an unwise choice.  Stiff, unforgiving.  Yet I figured a dishcloth could bear more mistakes than something else.

Just the cast-on and the one row back were so painful.   My index and my middle fingers, though they're both completely numb, hurt.  How is that logically possible?