AKA: Confessions of an impatient, stubborn, German woman
First things first. The doctor did not come to any frightening conclusions at Joshua's appointment today, thank goodness. He wanted to touch base after Joshua experienced what seemed to be an authentic migraine this week, this following 10 days or so of consistent headache.
Backing up, on Monday the doctor told us that he thought Joshua's ten-day headache was from analgesic rebound. He told Joshua that once finals were over he wanted him to stop taking any pain medication and tough it out for two weeks. Then the next day he had his first migraine. And so the doctor wanted to see him again. Long story short (or maybe short story long) he gave him a prescription for any future migraines and told him to stick out with no Advil/Tylenol, etc. I sort of squealed on Joshua and told the doctor that he is really worried about the headache (because he has been surfing WebMD, duh), and the doctor asked Joshua if he's worried that he has a tumor. Of course he is. Isn't that what any one would think after having a ten-day headache that no medication will touch? Yes, according to the doctor that is what normal people think. So he put his mind at ease that he has no neurological symptoms indicating a brain tumor.
Sorry, that was totally a short story long.
Now for true confessions of an impatient knitter. That hat I featured in this week's Yarn Along is gone -- as in, in the trash.
I finished it this morning after we came home from the doctor, while my daughter was doing math and I was halfheartedly listening to her pleas for help (she pleas for help all the time so don't think I was being completely heartless).
I was down to two or so rows until I was finished and I really wanted to be finished -- too many other things to do (or maybe too much black coffee). Anyway, I finished, tied off the top from the inside and then decided to look a little more closely at one spot that I noticed was not a good weave. From the last black row to the gray the yarn had come loose and there was a gap. The problem was, no matter how I pulled on the loose end, nothing tightened.
You know where this is going, right?
I fiddled and fiddled and then I fiddled a little more roughly. Then I decided it had to come apart and I had to rip down to that spot and re-knit the top of the hat.
But I had finished it off so securely it would not come apart. So then I grabbed the scissors.
Yes, I did.
And I snipped and then I slashed and then I threw it in the trash and took the trash bag out to the cans.
The moral of this story is, if you have knitting envy and you just want to recreate the image of the peaceful, contented knitter, sitting by the picturesque window, sipping her tea and wondering how life could ever be this good, you can now give that image over to the slasher. Yes, that's me. The stubborn, impatient, German knitting slasher.
Not a pretty picture. Let's just hope she has enough yarn to knit that hat again. Tonight. One fell swoop, whadya say?