So. I wasn't just beat last weekend after Stitches. What I thought was a 24-hour bug turned out to be the plague (I got a flu shot this year - it had to be the plague). I woke up last Sunday feeling sick again, and stayed home from work all week. Luckily I could connect to the job on line so I didn't go completely insane thinking about work that was piling up. Anyway, I spent the week hacking, coughing, feverish and generally the picture of someone who shouldn't be out in public. Thursday my fever returned, so I decided it was time to see the doctor. I made an appointment for Friday.
As I stepped out the door Friday en route to my appointment - well the problem is, I didn't really step out the door at all. I fell out the door. My foot landed half-on the welcome mat (which, by the way, says 'Go Away') and I completely rolled my ankle. It hurt. A lot. You know the kind of hurt when you can't talk, you can't move, you just have to wait for that wave of pain to go away. My neighbor came running over to help. She speaks no English at all (though I do believe she understood 'ow') but I managed to tell her in Spanish that I was ok, and then, very cleverly I managed to palm off two bags of oranges foisted upon me by Jasmin ("Quieres naranjas?" - she was thrilled). Once the wave of pain was over, I managed to wobble to my car and make it to the doctor. She checked my ankle out, we both agreed it wasn't broken.
By the time I made it home though, it was throbbing like crazy. I iced it, took some ibuprofen and hoped to hell it wasn't broken after all. It's my right foot - I need to drive, damnit! The next day, same story. So I went to see my sister-in-law who's a physical therapist. She worked on me for about an hour, gave me a walking stick and sent me on my way.
It is SO much better today. It's still weak and occasionally I land on it wrong and really tweak it, but I'm not the limping, coughing, pathetic-looking plague victim I was yesterday.
A New FO
So having the plague has advantages. Such as being able to knit in between coughing and sleeping. I was anxious to use my newly spun Fiberfiend Bamboo, so I made this:
This is the Montego Bay Scarf from the Summer 2007 issue of Interweave Knits. It's a super easy, 4-row repeat pattern, 2 rows of which are purl. I made it a little more narrow than called for, and just a few inches shorter. This is only the 2nd time I've ever knit from my own handspun. I think I may have to do it more often!
Miguel thinks it's flattering against his nearly 19-year-old gray self.
Riso wanted to show you what it looks like on a more varied background. In case you too are whitish with black spots and have a big ol' black nose that looks like a Jujubee.
And here it is a little closer (the scarf, not the nose). I'm sending this to my mother-in-law who's very sick. I'm hoping it'll cheer her up as well as warm her.
It's spring! I'm starting an herb garden.