Sorry for the gap.
My husband, and therefore I, had an uncomfortable night Wed-Thur, chest pain and breathlessness. Yes, I know – but I also knew that he wasn’t at death’s door, and was more comfortable at home than he would be anywhere else. I couldn’t let it drift, though, so in the morning phoned our GP’s practice.
A dr came promptly – house calls are rare, these days; we haven’t requested one for years – and with equal promptitude sent for an ambulance to carry us off to the Royal Infirmary where we spent many tedious hours. All the probing and x-rays and blood tests seem to have shewn that a heart problem wasn’t involved. A dr eventually diagnosed a slight lung infection, and sent us home with some antibiotic. We both slept much better last night.
I had packed knitting and mobile phone, as well as all the pills and diabetic stuff my husband needs, and got a lot done on the KF socks for Rachel which are my current waiting-room knitting. I started them sometime in December when all the Christmas knitting was finished, but hadn't got very far. The yarn is wonderfully cheerful.
I had forgotten to re-acquaint myself with the Oliver-sock (Ravelry link) foot-shaping technique, but I think our discharge from A&E came at just the right moment, and I will still be able to apply it.
Perhaps I forgot to tell you that my husband noticed and remarked on the good fit of the Oliver-type bedsocks I knit him recently.
The Grandson Sweater is now within a whisker of being half-way from cast-on to neck shaping. Much else to report – Knitter’s was here on the mat when we got back yesterday, and a duller winter issue of a knitting magazine is hard to imagine. “A Fine Fleece” has arrived. Helen C.K.S.’s latest blog entry has inspired me to order “A Knitter’s Book of Wool” – I’m pretty sure that that, and not “A Fine Fleece”, is the book I have had a nagging should-have-ordered feeling about.
That’s enough for today.