Do not pick on your scabs. As an adult, I know this, so I don’t. Mostly. But every fiber of my being calls out for me to pick and pull and scratch, as though doing any of these things would make me feel better.
I know what it means, I do, but it’s amazing how much work healing is.
The burn on my arm is better, and would have been even better if I’d not scratched at it, so let’s move right along and pretend I didn’t. The one on my hand demands Eucalan lotion every 17 seconds but honestly feels much better. And me?
I slept through the night without narcotics for the first time in months. This, people, is PROGRESS. Of course I’m terminally tired and sort of feel trapped within my body but you know, PROGRESS. It’s only been nine days of these monster meds.
As the bacteria snacking dwindles, I’ve been infected by the Tiphanie style of ADD knitting. Damn you Tiphanie! I’m trying to knit a ballet tshirt sweater that I cast on for yesterday, but I gave that up tonight on row 11 when I had a fatal malfunction of not being able to tell a 11 from a 12. Sigh. I hate tinking. Still. It’s not like it’s horrible, given it’s knitted on 15s. Yeah, 15s. So no picture just yet, it’s rather a crumpled heap.
And then there’s the Tiphanie-induced sockfest where this morning she forced me to cast on for a toe up sock using the turkish caston and using mrspao’s Inox double pointed needles. I’m a convert! Love love love love love love love love love love love the Inox. Ask Tiphanie. I might have told her this 738 times today. I plan to (gack!) cast on for another sock in another set of Inoxes that Tiphanie sent me, in the Dave sportweight yarn, because the Tiphanie needles are a squooge too thick for normal sock yarn.
I’m still a single project person somewhere in there. I think.
I’ve been having a love relationship with Jaffa Cakes today. How can you go wrong with chocolate, orange, and soft cookie? And it’s healthy. The box says so! Recommended by sports nutritionists!
O! And the blog minion tells me I’m getting a 6 foot long box. Sheesh. I’m the most spoiled person on the planet! Surprises sure are fun, though….
And to end my blah blah blah blahing for tonight, here’s the Matisse and his poor tortured existence.
