See, last night, I finished the lineart. At least, I think I did. There's a lot of intricate details in my art that's easy to miss. There's also many details which should be there but I was at the time lazy and left out, thinking "I'll add it digitally" and I may or may not have gotten all of those.
But, regardless, I moved on to the next stage. I still have one or two shadows to add (I can get away with none, but I really should be adding these), but mostly, I was doing the flats, at least I was trying to do the flats, but the more and more I was working, the more and more my right hand was bothering me...especially around my index and middle fingers. Rather, what felt like the tendons behind them, connecting to them, the bits below the knuckles but above the wrist, on the back of the hand.
At first, I ignored it, powering through the pain. But it kept getting worse and worse, as if my body was telling me, "You need to take a break". I didn't want to, though! I wanted to keep going. But the warning was there, and I figured that it would be okay to stop--that it wouldn't be me making up an excuse. That it wouldn't be me slacking off. Writhing in agony seems like a justifiable enough reason to halt work temporarily, after all.
Still, though...that means in order to get ahead of schedule, I have to finish the flats, and all the extras TONIGHT. When I also have round dancing, among other things. That...is probably not possible. I'll try, I just don't think it's physically possible for me to do that much work in one night, especially if the pain returns.
To stay ON schedule, I need to finish tomorrow. While that's easier, even then, I have my doubts.
So I hate myself for having quit last night, especially since my hand doesn't quite feel healed. Not helping matters is how I broke some skin during Tae Kwon Do on my knuckle. (We were doing some bag punching, and I always do that barehanded, to build strength.) This means there's a source of pain there constantly, which makes it hard to tell what pain is from some sort of strain, and what pain is from that injury. (This is one reason it took me so long to recognize I was hurt last night: at first I brushed it off as my torn skin, until I realized the area of the pain and the type of pain were different.)
If it was all for naught, that effort to rest, all I did was put myself behind schedule.