Oh, mistress mine--
Where are you roaming?
Oh, stay and hear!
Your true love's coming,
That may sing both high and low...Apparently, bassoon is messing up my wrists.
The way I was holding the bassoon was too close to my body, thus bending my wrists unnaturally and apparently I'm now at risk for getting tendinitis. I'm in a lot of pain- my knees, yeah, and now my /wrists/. I'm such a wreck D:
There's a special kind of tendinitis apparently bassoonists and, I think, cellists get a lot because of the positioning of their hands. Do not want.
Trip no further, pretty sweetling;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Ev'ry wise man's son doth know.
What is love?
'Tis not hereafter...
