Kill my left hand... please.

I finished the sleeves of Kidlet's sweater earlier today. Now I'm snuggled in a big chair at my favorite lesbo-friendly coffee haunt with YouTube in front of me, needles poised and watching demos of backwards knitting (see this video and this other one). I have made only a dozen stitches and feel absolutely uncoordinated. This modest effort took me FIVE minutes. Looking at the 130+ remaining stitches in the row, I have a choice: bite the bullet and spend a frustrating hour or so pushing through the learning curve (with questionable tension), or bag the idea and flip the durn sweater over. Hmmm. I think I need more caffeine.