Hands Down, I’d Rather be Knitting

 

I accumulated a severe chronic repetitive strain injury this year, and have been unable to knit, type, write with a pen, or even hold up a book. I am fortunate to be in an elite minority that is able to use Dragon NaturallySpeaking voice-recognition software so that I can dictate into my computer and keep writing, maintain household things online, and stay in touch with people. I have a book stand that holds my book. But I have no way to hold needles and knit. I don’t know whether or not I will be able to knit in the future. The last time I tried was in April, and my fingers promptly turned to wood.

 

Last year, I knit a sweater and 15 pairs of socks. I’m gonzo; that’s how you get these sorts of injuries — that, and being somehow naturally susceptible. I’ve had every test and every sort of appropriate physical therapy; I use ultra-strength Tiger balm and take ibuprofen. But grasping knitting needles and other thin objects repeatedly is too painful.

 

I don’t blame knitting, but typing too long without breaks for the injury becoming chronic; but my worst mistake was failing to observe my own limits with enough diligence and discipline. I’ve had RSIs off and on over the years and they have always cleared up within a few weeks to a couple of months. I thought this one would too, back in March. But it hasn’t, and from what I’ve read, I may be dealing with a lifelong limitation. I have to realize that, compared with the sensation of wire brushes putting out the fire in my hands and arms, store-bought socks and sweaters look okay.

 

But I miss knitting a lot, and I wish you all joy who continue to knit and to love the fruit of the lamb. Just please, please take care of your hands!