Last week, I was ice skating with the Cub Scouts. This was the second time that I have gone ice skating in the past 25 years. Apparently, that is not enough, because I slipped on the ice, and smacked the back of my head on the ice. Twice. The second time left me rather dazed. As I was at work the next morning, it became apparent that I was not well. Mid-morning, I was able to get out to a doctor, who confirmed that I had a mild concussion.
She gave me a long list of things to avoid: texting and otherwise looking at a smart phone, emailing and otherwise looking at a computer screen, reading, writing, and anything that requires concentration. Specific to me, no knitting. That is . . . . pretty much everything I do in a day. A forced day or two off from work wouldn't be a bad thing, but less fun if I couldn't read or knit. I literally had to be a couch potato.
After a day or two, I risked some easy knitting: a placemat. Garter stitch, in the round, hardly any pattern type of knitting. I thought I would be safe. I. Was. Wrong. Apparently, I had misplaced one of my stitch markers. There are four stitch markers, forming the four corners of the placemat, and I increase a stitch every knit row on either side of the marker on every knit row. Easy peasy, unless you lose a marker. Ten rows later, I noticed my mistake. Now I am tinking every row that I have knit the past week. How discouraging.
Today, it is all about following doctor's orders.
4 years ago
