Thursday, February 12, 2004 monstrous
I hate technical difficulties. I just wanted to talk about crafts! But no. Instead I've been humiliated by the typos that riddle my last post. When I try to edit them out, only half the post shows up, and it is indeed the half without the errors.
I'm going to talk about crafts anyway.
In the days before the inpatient part of the study began, I greedily knit up all my black yarn into a...textile. It was originally meant to be part of a sweater, but the weave was too loose, and I couldn't condone any sort of immodest sweater. Instead, I put it aside in the bag of things I wasn't going to take to the study.
In the course of various moves over the past two years, I've scattered my posessions through several different states. I was convinced that I had a hidden yarn cache in New Jersey, and I told the former mate to bring it down when he came to be hospitalized as well.
Unfortunately the cache was either non-existent or very well-hidden indeed, and so there I was, lounging in my adjustable bed with three sets of needles and nothing to put on them.
I ripped up some rubber gloves into strips and tied those together, and began to knit a rubber hat. At first, I hid my work from the nurses, because it was a fairly wanton process of destruction of hospital property. One by one, they began to catch on, probably because of their, "Knock first, then enter immediately" policy. At first they were skeptical. "You must be bored," one said. "Do you want me to bring you some needlepoint or something to do?"
I showed her. I showed them all.
My rubber hat was the finest that had ever been knit. After that, the scarf was inevitable. The former doubters squealed with glee. My ridiculous creations became something of a tourist attraction on the floor. Nurses and techs began to stream in. They were telling their friends, too. Finally, on the last full day of the study, a crowd of half a dozen people surrounded my bed at 7 a.m., demanding to see what I had done. I sleepily modeled the items for them.
Now when I go back for the next round of blood work, the study director is requiring me to bring the hat and scarf, so she can take a picture. I will also be required to bring a stool sample, but they're asking that of everyone, and luckily, there are no plans for a photographic record of that! posted by Frenz | 2/12/2004 01:31:00 PM
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