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Day 92/365: The Other Reason Why I Stopped Knitting Socks For a While

After leaving work early yesterday to go home sick, I knew I would not be very popular among my colleagues if I showed up for work today.  So I called in sick and spent the day resting and breathing through my mouth, because apparently now my flu symptoms have revamped into a cold with a stuffed-up nose.

You may remember that I was knitting this sock a few weeks ago:

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I was making it for my old college roommate Kim.  She told me what size shoe she wore, and she was going to send an outline of her foot to me.  In the meantime, I kept merrily knitting along.  I even turned the heel of the sock without waiting for Kim’s foot outline to arrive.

Then a couple of things happened on the same day.

First, I accidentally stepped on one of the sock knitting needles and broke it in half.  I didn’t have any other circulars in the same size, so I had to go online and order a replacement.

Second, I took Kim’s foot outline that had just arrived in the mail, and I glued the piece of paper to a piece of cardboard.  I waited for the glue to dry, and I cut around the outline of her foot.  Then I took the nearly finished sock and slid it onto the cardboard foot template.  The sock stretched tightly across the width of the flat cardboard, which told me one thing:  I had knitted too narrow a sock for my friend’s three-dimensional foot.  And also, it was a little too short.

It is a good thing that the neighbors on either side of my house are retired senior citizens who are slightly hard of hearing, because I spent the next few minutes screaming in frustration.

After I calmed down (one day later), I decided I would set that sock aside and save it for someone else with a narrower foot.  I couldn’t bear to think of unraveling the whole thing.  I figured that it would be easy enough to go on eBay and just purchase another skein of the same yarn and start over.

I went to eBay, typed in “Lion Brand Sock-Ease Yarn Red Hots” and quickly found a whole slew of listings.  I selected one that was listed for a Buy-It-Now and completed the purchase.  I waited several more days.  My new, intact knitting needles arrived.  The Lion Brand Sock-Ease Yarn in Red Hots arrived.

And this is what I got:

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Yes– same color, different dye lot!!!

I checked the labels multiple times and even held them together to compare.  My eyes were not deceiving me.  Both were indeed skeins of “Red Hots” sock yarn.  Except one was black and orange, while the other one was red and pink and orange.

I knew Kim had fallen in love with that pink and orange yarn.  I knew she would be crushed not to have her socks in those colors.  I couldn’t disappoint her.  I had to unravel the first sock and start over.

So being a good friend, I did, and this time I tried to knit the new sock a little wider than the first one.  And this time I guess I was paying more attention to the width of the sock rather than the length of it, because by the time it occurred to me that I needed to start the increases for the gusset, I realized I’d made the foot too long.  The sock needed about an inch and a half unraveled from the bottom.

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Augh! This sock would fit Sean, not Kim!

So it was at that point that I quit.  I didn’t want to work on that sock for a long time.  I switched over to crocheting.  And that whole sorry story of that sock is partly what made me stop knitting.  (Look at that:  alliteration.)

Anyway, I think enough time has passed that I’ve forgiven the sock and feel ready to start a fresh relationship with it.

At least it didn’t give me the flu.


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Day 91/365: Not a Good Idea to Go to Work Sick When You Work with Doctors

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When I got up for work this morning, I briefly thought about calling in sick.  Then I remembered that it was Wednesday, which is IDTT day, and if I missed today’s IDTT along with the rest of the day’s scheduled appointments, I was going to be out of compliance with my due dates.  Also, Sean and I are going to Minneapolis next week Thursday and Friday.  If I called in sick today, I would only have two days this week and two days next week to get two weeks’ worth of work done.

So I made myself go to work, and I thought my symptoms were under control until I was five minutes into IDTT, and involuntarily my nose started dripping.  I had to dash to my office to grab a box of tissues while the rest of the committee waited.

When I got back, Dr. Y said to me, “I’m going to tattle on you to Dr. A for coming to work sick.  You should have stayed home.”  Dr. A is our program supervisor.

“I had to come to work,” I said meekly, while blowing my nose and coughing.  “I had all this paperwork to turn in, and we had team today, and I didn’t want to put all the work on you.”  Dr. Y is my back-up colleague, and if I had called in sick, he would have had to serve as today’s team leader and then have to see my scheduled appointments for me.  “Besides,” I added.  “Today is the fifth day.  I spent the last four days sick.  I should be at the tail end of it.”

“Go home,” he said.

(For the upcoming punchline of this story to have a little more context, you have to know this previous story about Dr. Y.)

We finished IDTT by 9 AM.  I went back to my office and called my supervisor.  She didn’t answer the phone, so I left her a message.  “Dr. Y is threatening to tattle on me, so I’m tattling on myself.  I came to work sick and I probably shouldn’t be here, so I’m going to try to see all of my patients this morning and then I’m going home.”

I didn’t get all my work done until 1:30 PM.  Just as I was logging off my computer and clearing my desk, Dr. Y came by my office and said, “You’re still here?”

“I’m leaving now,” I said.

“Go home and don’t come back until you’re better,” he said.

“Love you, too,” I said.

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Day 90/365: On the Mend

I spent most of today on the couch.  I drank cups of hot tea and crocheted a few more rows on the garnet afghan.  I played some old DVDs on the television, more for background noise than for any actual watching.  At around 5 PM, I realized I would need to leave the house and do some grocery shopping if I wanted to eat any meals for the rest of the week.  I put together a grocery list and walked out the front door for the first time all day.

I may have mentioned this before, but in case I hadn’t and you’re not aware of it:  Our house is situated in a neighborhood that is built on the side of a steep hill.  It makes for good exercise when you’re walking to and from downtown.  It’s also a lot of fun when you’re riding your bike and coasting downhill (but not so much when you’re trying to pedal your way back up).

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This is a photo that I took about two months ago.  Sean and I were walking home from downtown, and I wanted visual proof that it is a damn steep hill.

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That yellow fire hydrant is where you would turn onto our street. Don’t you feel out of breath, just looking at this climb? I know I was.

I do know that I’ve mentioned before that Sean and I enjoy skateboarding.  And that is the second thing you need to know, in order to understand the significance of the following text exchange between me and Sean (who is currently down at the Ventura homestead while I’m up here at the Morro Bay house).  Because on my way home from the grocery store, I stopped to take a photo and send it to him.  He responded within a few minutes.

Me:  Newly paved!

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Sean:  WOW!

 

I definitely need to get well soon.


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Day 89/365: Still Sick

Fever, sore throat, fatigue, and body aches like I’d been pummeled like a human punching bag:  It’s the flu, all right.

At least tomorrow is a state holiday and I’m off work, so I won’t have to call in sick.  But it still sucks, and I am not a happy camper.  Just ask Sean.

3.30.2015


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Day 88/365: Feeling Under the Weather

Sean caught the flu last week and was in such bad shape that he actually called in sick and cancelled his classes, which he never does.  He just started getting better this weekend, but guess who picked up the bug and has been feeling fatigued and trying to treat a sore throat all day?

I’m especially annoyed to be getting sick now, because I’m on a four-day weekend and I was really hoping to enjoy it. Then again, my idea of enjoying a day off is to sit around and knit or crochet, and that’s pretty much all I’m able to do right now.

I was crocheting this garnet afghan, but having it on my lap was making me feel too warm, so I switched over to a sock that I started last month.  I was able to turn the heel and start the ribbing for the leg.  Sean suggested that we go down to the beach so that I could take some nice photos for the blog, but I didn’t think I had it in me to walk those two miles.

So in the meantime, here is a photo that I was able to take by walking just a few steps outside to the deck.

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Day 87/365: The Day I Broke Up With A Sweater

Remember when I was knitting this sweater last month?  I got tired of knitting in the round and set it aside.  I thought I should finish it, but there wasn’t any joy in the process.

I started and finished other projects, and in the meantime, that partially completed sweater remained sleeveless with half a torso.  It was taking up space in both my living room and in my conscience.

Today I made a decision.  I had to be completely honest with myself, and the truth was I didn’t care about finishing that sweater.  And even if I did, I knew I wouldn’t wear it.  There was just no real reason for me to keep knitting when my heart wasn’t in it.  I had no real love for the sweater.

I ended up doing this:

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Goodbye, sweater that I would never have worn anyway. Goodbye, hours and hours of knitting around and around in stockinette stitch.

In under five minutes, I managed to unravel the whole thing into a couple of flat-bottomed balls.

And you know what?  I’m totally okay with it.  In fact, I feel less burdened.  That sweater was one more piece of clutter that I could remove from my life with no dire consequences.

Now if I could only tackle the hundreds of other pieces of clutter in the rest of my home…

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Day 86/365: The Day Before I Start My Four-Day Weekend

Was it just a week ago that I had that hectic Friday with all the urgent referrals?

Today at work was another busy one, with the morning involving another facility-wide yard recall and then an “emergency” referral for me to evaluate an inmate who turned out to be perfectly fine.  (Oh, those two incidents were completely unrelated, by the way.)  It was more a matter of the staff member overreacting to a situation that someone else with more experience would have perceived differently.  Rather than get into the details of that story right now, I’ll just say this:  Thank god Monday is my day off and Tuesday is a state holiday.

My four-day weekend is on, and I’m putting the work week behind me.

 

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This evening’s view of the Morro Bay sunset.

 


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Day 85/365: My Current Afghan Project

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I don’t think I’ve told you about my current afghan.  I started it last week, and this is what it looked like then:

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Yesterday’s blog post shows you a photo of my progress, but I’ll also repeat the photo here, for visual comparison:

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The yarn is TLC Amore by Red Heart.  It’s a blend of 80% acrylic and 20% nylon.  The color is Garnet.  When I bought this particular yarn several years ago, it was on sale and I really liked the color.  There were five skeins left in the bin, so I purchased all five.  At the time, I thought I would use the yarn to make a crocheted sweater, poncho, or wrap– something that I could wear, because the color was so pretty.  Then I got it home and tried to crochet a base chain just to start a gauge swatch, and I got frustrated.  The color and texture of the yarn made it hard to see where I needed to insert the hook to crochet my stitches.  I set the yarn aside and didn’t go back to it again until last week.

This time, I did some experimenting with different sizes of hooks and came up with the idea to double the yarn and use a jumbo hook.  I played around with different stitch patterns and settled on the basic seed stitch, which I’ve also seen referred to as the moss stitch.  I’m almost done with the first two skeins and will have to add two more skeins soon.  It’s shaping up to be a decent size, at least bigger than a baby blanket, and it’s very soft, so I think it will turn out to be a pretty nice afghan.  This one I might keep.  Maybe.


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Day 84/365: The Day I Got Paperwork Done

3.25.2015

As I described in a previous post, every Wednesday morning my colleagues and I meet for Interdisciplinary Treatment Team (IDTT).  Five patients from my caseload were due to attend today’s team.  We were scheduled to start at 9:30 AM.  It was 8:45 AM, and I was still trying to complete my paperwork for the fourth patient.  I hadn’t even gotten to the fifth patient’s treatment plan yet.  I was trying to suppress my panic, but the anxiety was there.

About half an hour later, I stood up to stretch and take a break from my desk.  I wandered over to the break room to chat with my colleague Dr. R, who was standing in front of the copy machine, reading some papers that he’d just retrieved from his mailbox.

“Take a look at this,” he said, handing me an inmate request.  “Looks like I’m going to have to pass it along to custody.”

I quickly scanned the block writing on the page and caught the important words.  “Inmate planning to escape,” “weapons in the cell,” “you need to investigate.”

“Oh, boy,” I said.  We both knew what was coming, once he turned in that note.  “Here we go.”

Dr. R left the office and I could have started a countdown, knowing exactly what would happen next.  Within minutes, the announcement was made on the facility-wide paging system:  “All inmates, recall and lock up.  All inmates, recall and lock up.”  The lieutenant came into our offices to make sure there were no inmates and informed us that an emergency count of the entire facility was being conducted.  I knew from experience that the rest of the morning– and maybe even the rest of the day– was a wash.  We wouldn’t be able to see our patients or have IDTT that morning, but we certainly now had the time to catch up on our paperwork.

I stood at the door to the mental health services building and watched the inmates on the yard heading back to their housing.  It was 9:30 AM.  The universe had just smiled down on me.


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Day 83/365: The Day I Was Mistaken For Another Psych

3.24.2015

Remember when I had the incredibly busy day last week Friday?  There was a point in the day when I went outside to talk to one of the correctional officers on the yard, and I heard an inmate calling, “Dr. C!  Dr. C!”  I knew he was trying to get my attention, and I knew that he thought I was Dr. C.  She and I work in the same building, we both have long dark hair, and we’re about the same height.  I suppose that from a distance, a person could mistake one of us for the other.

It’s one thing when a patient speaks to me in a socially acceptable manner when I encounter him outside of the office; it’s a different story when it comes to inmates yelling at me from across the yard.  My policy is this:  I don’t acknowledge it—and more so when that individual isn’t even yelling the right name.  You have to have good boundaries when you work in a prison, and if you turn your head and look every time an inmate calls out to you on the yard, you are going to develop a certain kind of reputation among all of the inmates who live there.

So I ignored the inmate and went back inside the building and forgot all about it, until I returned to work today and ran into Dr. C this morning.  I told her about the incident and how the inmate was calling her name at me.

“What did you say to him?” Dr. C asked.

“I didn’t see who it was,” I said.  “I just heard the voice calling your name, and I ignored it.  He was probably thinking, That bitch.”

We both laughed.

“I guess I’ll find out soon enough,” Dr. C said.  “I’m sure I’ll get an earful the next time he comes in to see me.”