Stupid socks!

I seem to hate knitting socks. Which is a problem, because I'm knitting this first pair out of old yarn, as I figured I'd save the two spanking brand new fancy stripey yarns for later, once I'd mastered the sock domain. But my wrists are killing me. I was not designed to knit this tiny-assed stuff. Now, I think that I am of at least average intelligence. I did survive a masters degree in electrical engineering and get into medical school, but apparently, understanding written instructions on heel-turning is beyond my meager intellect. Stupid socks.