Lesson learned ... do not lift weights while angry. The result of trying to channel my anger ... a very sore "wrist." (It is actually a different part of my hand but in the same basic area.) I know I did not seriously damage it but I does hurt and certain actions are painful. I was good and really babied it yesterday -- lots of aleve and ice and very little of anything else, including knitting and spinning. Knitting is not one of the activities that hurts but I am trying to be smart here so it will heal faster. I am even typing one handed. Worst ... it is my right hand and I am a rightie. Blah.
At least it gets me some sympathy at work. I had to meet with the contractors yesterday and I am rather miffed with them so ... I let them think it was their fault. (It wasn't, I was angry at something else at the time ... the contractors have never made me so made that I needed to work off energy.)
This means that my dear new-niece's blankie is sitting waiting for its edging and the violin teacher's gauntlets are still rather gaunt.
On a positive note, on Sunday Squidette's knitting needles (circs that were her grandmother's) and knitting disappeared. Yesterday the needles were returned with a note saying that they had been turned in to the Synagogue with two completed blanket blocks! Very cool.
Now off to work where I will hopefully contain my frustration without injuring myself!