No knitting makes me a sad sad grrl

I am still not allowed to knit or crochet. In fact typing is pretty much supposed to be off limits. The jury is still out on the exact nature of my wrist issue but after the cortisone shot today it's even worse. I know it has to get worse before it gets better. But seriously I just want to freaking knit. No more whining...for now.

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