Archive for December 2009

Photographic Evidence: Scarf 2

December 23, 2009

This scarf took 1/4 or 1/5 the time as scarf one.  It’s made with fatter needles and much chunkier yarn.  I like it, though.  It will definitely keep the midwest recipient warm!  This was so incredibly easy to make.

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Photographic Evidence – Scarf 1

December 23, 2009

After lots of hours, this is scarf 1.  FINISHED!  (Well, blocking.  It was very curly!)

Pain

December 21, 2009

I’ve had problems with my back for the past twenty years.  Wow.  When I put it that way, I’m really old.

I remember in high school being on a weekend retreat during the winter.  We were all going tubing down a huge hill.  Fun!  Then we decided it was more fun to let our tubes go down the hill where the tow rope was (i.e. slide down backwards).  Not everyone got that memo, though, because while several us were sliding backward down the tow rope, a guy toward the end was being pulled up.  Rather than just letting our tubes bounce against each other, he tried to stop ours with his boot.  And rather than his boot hitting out tube, it hit me square in the back.

Back in those days I was terrified of going to the doctor; I was afraid of more pain from the doctor, but even more afraid of the cost.  We didn’t have a lot of money then.  In this case, I was even more terrified because I knew there was something truly wrong.  I wrapped my back in an ace bandage for a several days, walked around in pain and told my parents I was just sore from the weekend, and then eventually it got better.  In high school I was also hit by a car once, so I’m sure that didn’t help the back situation.  I can’t remember if the tubing came first, or the car.  It’s been so long.  Again:  OLD!

Then in my early 20’s I tried to put a gas grill together.  I twisted to put the grill on the stand and heard a POP!  That ended up resulting in six weeks out of work, at home laying on my living room floor in some massive pain.  I went to a chiropractor to help me and they don’t prescribe pain medicine.  It was weeks of hot/cold compresses and laying on my side on the hard floor.  When it finally got to a point where they could make an ‘adjustment’, it ended up horribly.  After all the initial pain and starting to feel better, the adjustment put me back to square one.  I wend directly to my normal doctor and the first thing he did was give me pain pills to give my body a break from the spasming.  God I loved that man.  There were still weeks of not being able to walk without extreme pain and I came very close to surgery, but that week before it was scheduled I stayed with my parents so I could have someone take care of me.  That did the trick and it helped tremendously.

I’ve had my back go out from sneezing, from sleeping wrong, from slipping, from picking something up, from coughing, from massages, and the list goes on.  I’ve tried physical therapy more than a few times, yoga, exercise, stretching, hot baths, heating pads, heating patches, drugs, etc.  It gets very frustrating and people don’t understand the sort of pain that comes along with back pain.  Pain down the leg, inability to walk without sometimes debilitating pain, inability to sleep without pain, etc.  I’ve missed holiday parties, been down and out on my vacation, been laid up for weekends, work (as stated before), dinners out with friends, and more due to this stupid back.

A lot of people have it a lot worse.  The majority of the time my back is OK.  In an odd way that makes it even harder when I’ll be going along fine and then my back goes out. Sometimes the going along fine part sort of gives me a sense of false security that somehow my back has been magically healed and I won’t have any more problems.  Then I sneeze and out it goes.  Now keep in mind I’d sneezed a hundred times before the one that sets the back off, but still.  Frustrating.

My back is not happy today.  I’m working from home.  Luckily the main project I’m working on at work can be done from home.  But we leave for vacation in three days and I’d really like to not leave in pain.  Who am I kidding?  If I have to be in pain, I’d rather it be somewhere nice and warm with the sound of waves and the beautiful blue ocean.

I will not let this depress me.  Paradise come soon.

Photographic Evidence: Wimpy Feet

December 20, 2009

At least I got a cute band aid.

More Feet Drama

December 20, 2009

So you’ve already heard the story about how wussy my feet are.  I can’t wear high heels, and I get blisters extremely easily.  Yadda yadda yadda.  A perfect example is from yesterday.  I went to get a pedicure.  A special ‘pearl spa’ pedicure.  The pearl spa pedicure consists of the application of  various goops and multiple massages on your feet and calves, all while you’re sitting in a massage chair.  It’s relaxing and lovely.  Cecilia, my pedicurist, was excellent.  Cecelia was very sweet and didn’t massage too hard, so it wasn’t painful or uncomfortable.  Like I said, sensitive feet.

At one point she applied a gel to my callouses, and then wrapped my feet up like leftovers with saran wrap.  After both feet were wrapped up, she wrapped them in hot towels.  She did a slight massage with the towels, and then she removed the towel and saran wrap from the right foot and worked on the cuticles and scrubbing the bottom of the foot.  At this point my left foot was feeling something stinging, but I just thought the goop was doing its thing.  By the time she got to taking off the towel and plastic from my left foot, I definitely knew something was wrong.  I took a quick look (it was on the back of the foot) to make sure it wasn’t bleeding (it wasn’t).  She continued to massage the foot and I thought maybe it was going to be OK.  She didn’t notice, and it wasn’t her fault that my foot got hurt.  I didn’t want to tell her because she was so sweet and I knew she’d get upset if she learned what had happened… but the more she massaged the more it hurt.  I finally said, “I think something happened to the back of my foot…”.  She looked at me surprised, then looked at the back of my foot and was shocked.  She kept apologizing and I told her I was sure it was the goop, not anything she’d done.  She kept pressing on it like she though she could put the skin back together or something.  I asked her for a band aid.  She went and got one, but before she put it on she went to get the small bottle with the green liquid.

If you’ve had a pedicure before and you’ve had any sort of small cut or bleed, you know what that little bottle means.  It means a world of pain.  I don’t know what is in that bottle.  I’m sure it’s some disinfectant, but it’s worse than putting rubbing alcohol on something.  As soon as I saw her reach for it, I said “NOT THE GREEN STUFF!”.

I think I surprised her.  But she surprised me next by grabbing a spray bottle that had disinfectant in it, as well.  I started to say no, but she sprayed anyway.  It reminded me of something my mom would spray on me after scraping my knee.  Not as bad as the green stuff, but bad enough that I said a few words.  None of them cuss words, oddly enough, but I sucked in my breath and said “ahhh!”.  She knew she had to do it.  What if this would have gotten infected?

She sprayed and then she tried putting my skin together again.  Yeah, I still don’t understand that one.  Then she put on the band aid.

See the next post.

Photographic Evidence: Love

December 19, 2009

I know we’re not supposed to have favorites, but he was here first.  I love this little old man, and he even loves me back.  He’s a good boy.

Everyone Sees You on the Internet…

December 19, 2009

Here’s the thing.  Even though I don’t publish this address anywhere else, nor have I told anyone about this blog except the hubster, I know there’s still a likelihood that some people I know will find it.  I think you should expect that from the get-go.  If you don’t, you need to be intelligent about hiding your identity.

Let me back-track a little…

Yesterday I found my bosses blog.  It was partially by accident, but not really.  I was bored at work waiting for hubby, and started looking up coworkers on facebook.  I knew my boss was on fb because he mentioned some games that are on fb that you would only know if you had an account at some point.

I found him and his information was hidden, as expected.  I looked to see if he had any coworkers as friends (he didn’t).  Then I noticed one piece of information that wasn’t hidden.  It was labeled “website”, and it was a link to his blog.  Well.  I’m sure some of you have higher morales than I do and would have totally ignored that link.  I looked.  I read.  I was surprised.  And more than a little saddened.  While most of the posts are political or just chitter chatter, there were a few that had deep moments.  I felt bad and sort of amazed reading it.  It was like I was reading about someone else.  I was learning things about him I had no idea about, because ‘in real life’ he keeps himself pretty closed off.  He only had a few things about work, and yep, read those.  Nothing earth-shattering.  The general vibe of the whole blog is that he has low self esteem and is lonely.  That’s what made me sad.  He’s generally a nice person, and it’s hard to find out people that seem fine in person aren’t really all that fine inside.

And yes, I will continue to read the blog.  I’m certain if he has some sort of site tracker on it he’ll see that someone from inside the company is reading, and he’ll probably have a hot pocket (i.e. shit his pants).  He had to have known that everyone sees you on the internet, though.  It’s inevitable.  And my main purpose for reading is to try to help as best I can, because I know he won’t ask in person.

100 Rows of Yarn

December 18, 2009

100 rows of yarn still to do

100 rows of yarn

you knit a row and wish you’d said no

99 rows of yarn still to do

It’s official – this scarf is slowly driving me insane.  Tonight I only got 20 rows done.  I think I have about 100 to go, which means about 5 more hours.  Lordy.  Soon I’ll stop talking about knitting.  Maybe tomorrow I’ll post a pic of the horrible cats, or cute little brown dog.

Hey Look! Another Post About Knitting…

December 17, 2009

When you spend so much of your free time knitting, that’s the only thing to talk about that’s going on in your life. Or at least that’s how it seems to be working for me. Every time I’m bored at work I figure out how much more time I need to work on this scarf. At one point I got hubby to time me to determine how long it takes to knit a row. I then multiplied that number by how many rows I thought I needed to determine how much more time I needed to spend on it. As talking Barbie said, “Math is hard… let’s go to the mall!”. Almost every time I’d try the equation I’d get a different result.

Today’s result is telling me that I have about 150 more rows to go, which is supposedly equal to 7.5 hours. Hold on a second. I have to go hit my head against the wall a few dozen times.

As God is my witness… I shall never use size 6 needles again for a scarf!

Who’s on First — 2009 Style.

December 16, 2009

This is the text conversation I had with hubby tonight.  I have a new phone, which is supposed to have better texting.  What do you think?

Me:  Where ya at
Sent 5:53 pm
Me:  I’m. Going home
Sent 6:03 pm
Me:  Please bring the other charger Home.
Sent 6:09 pm
Hub:  where’d ya go?
Sent 6:15 pm

(by the time I got this one I had already gone to the yarn shop and taken the train home)

Me: Home.  You were Ignoring me as usual.
Sent 6:46 pm
Hub:  Ok meet you downstairs?
Sent 6:52 pm
Me: Are you drunk?
Sent 6:54 pm
Me:  I am home!
Sent 6:55 pm
Hub:  No problem.  You leaving now?
Sent 6:55 pm
Me:  Wtf
Sent 6:55 pm

(at this point he gave up texting and called, where I informed him that I was at home and wouldn’t be meeting him downstairs at work)

Me:  I am blogging this ridiculousness.
Sent 7:01 pm
Hub:  I got messages at 6:50 saying you were leaving and to bring the charger.  Nothing about you being home!  Weird.
Sent 7:04 pm
Hub:  Got that about blogging though so I don’t know what’s up
Sent 7:04 pm
Hub:  Work.  Almost done, you?
Sent 7:07 pm
Me:  This is going to be a winning entry.
Sent 7:12 pm