I needed to rake the leaves out of my garden. They are thick and are starting to damage the herbs trying to grow. I wanted Brian to use the backpack blower on them, but there hasn't been time. I admit, I don't know how to use the blower, so I took the rake to them today.
Now, I have a lot of strength built up in the wrist I cracked up, but I don't have much endurance. After a little strain, it just stops working. No strength, and I have a hard time even holding it straight, it's like it wilts. It comes back after I rest, but it tends to swell which diminishes the strength. It's been a year since the accident, and 9 months since the last surgery. I think this is normal. But it's frustrating.
I use my wrist brace, which makes me sweat and itch. I can't bunch a glove under it and I don't have a glove large enough to go over it. That means blisters. I'm sporting one that basically was just a few layers of skin about a 1/2" long rolling off my thumb. It stings like a mothafucker and won't stop weeping. I got the garden rough raked. There's still another pass to get the rest up, but I fuckin' give up for today. I hurt, I sting, I'm swollen, and now I'm feeling sullen. I didn't get to do a thing in my garden until last autumn, and I so want to make it look good, but if I push any harder today, I won't be able to do a thing tomorrow.