I kept hearing about knitting and how relaxing it is. My mother used to crochet, but I decided that I would rather learn to knit. I bought a couple of books, a pair of needles, and some yarn, having decided that I was going to knit a cover for my iPad (it was in one of the books). I sat down and wouldn’t you know that fibro fog or pain pill fog, whichever you prefer, sets in and I don’t understand a word this book is written in. It’s like Russian or something. Screw relaxing, I burst out crying, frustrated at how my mind doesn’t work anymore.
I decided that my best bet would be to take a relaxing bath, and start over. This time, though, I am going to use the internet to see if it is any more helpful than the Russian books were. I mean, I was so stressed, I was grinding my teeth, which for someone with bad teeth, is not a good idea. Wish me luck!
By the way, I didn’t go to church today, but I got a great bag for my cushion which hopefully will make me less self-conscious about having it in the first place.