And I'll Say It Again

I've said before that knitters, as a group, are the most generous and thoughtful people I know.  They are always there to help out: if you doubt me, search "knitting charities" and see how they have answered so many calls.

Knitters also work one-on-one, sending friends goodies when the mood strikes them.  Proof:

Kathy sent this drawstring bag "just" because I "took a tumble."  I told her, and I'll tell you, there were more than a few tears fall when I saw it.  It's so pretty, and it has shades of purple, and I'm not sure exactly how it will be used, but how big-hearted can someone be?

Then:

Camille and her sons sent Colorforms!  She sent them hoping they'd speed my recovery along, and I am having fun with them today.  Saturday, hockey, football, Dr Pepper, Colorforms --- it's a good day.

I finally got a wrap / brace /compression thingy for my ribs, and it does make a difference comfort-wise.  I've been in a lot of pain this week for some reason, so I got it in the nick of time.  I decided not to try to go to the doctor;  there were X-rays at the ER, there isn't really much more he could tell me or do for me.  There's a significant part of me that wishes, just for the sake of a prescription for painkillers, I had gone.

If you read Kathy's blog, you know that her husband also has broken ribs.  A Fall trend, maybe? *

*"Fall" referring to the season, not the action.

Nostalgia

Since being laid up with these infernal ribs, I've had time to reflect on a few things.  First, Monday is the worst day to try and get a call through to a doctor's office.  This was a lesson I learned when Briton and Hannah were little, and I would try to get in touch with the pediatrician after waiting anxiously through the weekend.  Me and every other anxious parent.  It never dawned on me that the same phenomenon would be at work with grown-ups' doctors.

(If I go to the office tomorrow, they'll "try to work me in" sometime during the day.  Let the packing of the knitting begin.)

Second, there is surprisingly little one can do that doesn't involve stretching or torquing one's side.  Or maybe that's just me.  (Lots of wincing going on.)

Third, do any of you remember Colorforms?  Colorforms and coloring books got lots of use from me when I was a sick child.  LOVED Colorforms.  In first grade, my best friend Debbie came along with my parents and me for a weekend in Memphis, and we wore our Colorforms out on the way over and the way back.  I wish I had a set right now.  Coloring books I've got.  I even found an old Spirograph a couple of years ago.  But no Colorforms.  I'd sigh heavily, but it's painful just now.

Bad Times, Good Times

Having never had a broken rib, I'm unsure how the healing curve is supposed to go.  I do know that yesterday and today, my pain has been worse than just after I fell.  It may be the result of working with all the plumbing issues, but, whatever its cause, Pain is still here.  My side is swollen, but the bruises haven't even come to the surface yet.  Not so with my left knee:

Nor my left elbow:

Nor my left temple:

Let's move to happy-making, though.  The striped blanket is done:

There are ends to weave in, of course.  And you can't see it, but there's a 3-stitch seed stitch border all the way around.  I'm glad I went this way with the kit.  While the blanket isn't as fancy-looking as the pattern, the randomness of the colors and width of the stripes worked, I think.

I've already purchased my Nativity scene for this year:

Really --- it's that small.  Tiny baby Jesus is so adorable.  Mary made him a little bitty chullo!

Buyer's Remorse / Buyer's Rejoice

By buying increasingly powerful drain cleaners/clog removers, I got the tub and the toilet back in operating condition today.  Not that it was ever a pleasant experience for me, but trying to use the plunger and the toilet auger the past couple of days was torment.  Maybe turning down that compression vest wasn't the best idea.

How Do I Put This

Warning: plenty of euphemisms ahead.

Doing laundry last night, I heard the awful sound of water backing up into my bathtub.  Only it wasn't just the bathtub in trouble --- the toilet was clogged, too.

It hurt like Hell to use the plunger, so I went to bed, to deal with it today.  Except, during the night, the souped-up Aleve I was given for the ribs decided to, um, attack my plumbing.

After feeding the cats this morning, there was a trip to Kroger for drain uncloggers.  And all day, it's been my pipes against the bathroom pipes.  They have won, and I will fight again tomorrow.  Maybe.  The pain, it gnaws.

No Good Deed

I stopped at the grocery yesterday to pick up a few things.  There was a gallon of milk and a heavy container of cat litter, so I took a cart to the car.  As soon as I finished putting everything in the car, I heard the cart rolling away, heading toward a shiny car obviously parked where it was to keep it safe.

You anticipate, yes?

Setting off to chase the cart, I lost my balance and took a hard fall.  From my left knee up to my left temple, I hit and then skidded across the parking lot.  My suspicion is that I've cracked a few ribs, so I'm breathing deeply and coughing regularly to keep my lungs clear.  Everything, everything hurts.

And the cart still hit the car.

Quora

It's been a while since I've answered Kathy's Monday Questions.  Let's set that right.

How do you start a campfire?

I don't.  I never have.

Tell me why you are working with the yarn weight you are.

Worsted, because Christmas at Sea asks that all donated items be made with it.

Would you rather have tickets to "Hamilton" or a baseball playoff game?

"Hamilton."  I got over baseball a long, long time ago.

Would you be frightened or thrilled to be on a spacewalk?

Thrilled, but then I'd never get there due to my paralyzing claustrophobia.  I wouldn't be able to stay in the spaceship to even blast off.

Spices: cinnamon or pumpkin spice?

Cinnamon.  With extra cinnamon and sugar.

Shoes your mother wore.

The first thing that came to mind were her heels.  She had crazy-thin feet, and always bought really good, dainty shoes.

Your knitting this weekend in three words or less.

Sporadic.

Apples: eat them raw or cooked?

Raw, though I'm not a big apple person.

New baby?  The name?

A friend had a boy and named him "Rex Rainwater."