PT kicked my butt yesterday. Literally 
I asked for it. Yup. My ouch-ass situation is mine to own. But truthfully, I was so enamored with that ridiculously yummy orange yarn that I couldn’t stop. I pushed a project I needed to get done because my hands wanted that yarn. Even when I frogged* 3/4 of my work because it grew by one stitch (no one else would have ever known but I knew and I just could not… ugh) I kept going. I finished Monday. Then I added cuffs. It is again finished and I donned it for an outing- kind of like a test drive. It was windy by the water and it responded to the wind like wings. I like. It is finished. Unless I decide to add a cowl neck. So I ponder that while I now work double time on the project that I should have been working on all week, a sweet sweet baby blanket. Switching from super bulky # 6 to medium # 4 is not an easy transition for my numb hands. I have to give them a break after about an hour. So many stitches. These breaks though stop me from sitting too long at a time. Moving. Stretching. Doing my exercises. My physical therapist won’t have to kick my butt so much next time.
Moral of the story is twofold-
1) amazing extra bulky yarn is bad-ass
2) Numb hands are good for something
Still In Stitches 
*to frog is to rip out your stitches-
“ripit ripit”
