I'm so restless and need to be doing something with my hands.
However, I CAN hold a needle (joy of joys!) and even though I don't have much strength in my right hand, (using any of the hand muscles pulls on the stitches and hurts) I can do basic things. So I have installed myself on the couch with season one of Grey's Anatomy and about 2 seasons of House MD and I am working rather mindlessly on a black and grey piece that I'll show you when I can figure out how to get pics onto a computer whose USB ports are all broken. Mickey kitten comes and climbs onto my lap and plays with my thread and is soooo cute. Every now and then I take 2 of the 20 pills I was given for pain, when it gets too sore, although I must say the pain has not been very bad.
I can't shake an oppressively heavy, depressed feeling that has settled over me like a blanket. It seems it is always lurking about, waiting to pounce on me when I'm not alert... :(
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