We put in an orchard several weeks back, which involved clearing land and then digging seven holes in hard clay. Part of the job was completed with a shovel, but below the first six inches, there was nothing but solid clay and rock. Excavating this required a sledge hammer and a three foot long steel rod. By the end of the day, my arm was tired. The next day, my arm was sore. Now, six weeks later, my arm is incapable of doing simple things like lifting a salt shaker, firmly grasping another human being’s hand, or brush my teeth with any grace.
I went to the doctor on Friday after multiple suggestions by my loving wife. I received a steroid shot (darn it, there goes my chance at being a pro-football player), some painkillers, some muscle relaxants and a stern warning from the doctor not to lift anything heavy. Swordfighting is right out. Using my right arm is frowned upon. Enter the weekend to-do list.
It is impossible to do anything when you are right handed and you aren’t supposed to use your arm. Let me be more precise. It is impossible to NOT do anything when you are right handed and aren’t supposed to use your arm. I DIDN’T not use my right arm about two hundred times this weekend, in spite of all the friends and helpers trying to keep me from doing anything.
And, regardless of my weakness, all the pain, and all the admonitions NOT to do (whatever I was doing)…we got a LOT accomplished. We sanded and stained five sets of pavillion poles for the new household pavillions (the pavillions are new, not the household). We drilled, strapped, canvased and painted seven Scuti shields, we cut out, ironed, and sewed half the seams on fourteen war tabards for Pennsic war, and we fixed, strapped, padded, built or made a number of old and new armor pieces. Oh…and I made eighteen pair of earrings. (I was sitting idle at the time and the painkillers were doing their job).
Of all the things that I tend to put on a to-do list….getting tendonitis was definitely NOT one of them…