Three hundred and fifty five days ago, I started Flaum. It was love at first site, I was so into this sweater I could not get started fast enough. I worked like crazy until things had to be made for Christmas. I put Flaum aside and never got my mojo back. You see Flaum taught me a lot, and the biggest thing I learned is that fisherman's rib is excruciatingly slow. I mean slowwwwwww.................
It took forever to knit a row and because you knit into the stitch below it seemed to never get longer. I had to pay attention, another thing I do not want to do when I knit these days. I simply have no brain power left to knit anything complicated at the end of the day. I put Flaum into a basket and put it right out in my family room so I could see it all the time and convince myself to get back at it. When that didn't work I hid the basket in hopes I would miss seeing the project and rush to get back to it. I told myself I would only work on it during the Olympics and that ended up being a big bust. Finally this week I had a good ole talk with myself. I was about half way through with this sweater but would it be worth the agony of the finish? Would I wear a fisherman's rib sweater in wool, in Florida enough to justify the hours and hours of torture to get it done? And of course the age old question, what the heck is wrong with me that I can't finish this sweater when so many others have done a great job on Ravelry?
After work on Tuesday I decided this was it. I needed to get that sweater out of the basket, out of my head and back into yarn form. Beautiful yarn ball form if I might add. Yarn that kept catching on itself making me work almost as hard frogging the sweater as I did knitting it. Now I have all these wonderful balls of yarn ready for another project that I hope to enjoy. And I don't feel one bit guilty, I am still in awe of those who were successful with this pattern but as for me I am happy to put it all behind me and move forward.
So here is a story you might be interested in. Let me just say from the start that no phone call from your son that starts with, "Mom, I did something stupid." ever ends up well. Mr. 22 called me Monday night after a very long day at work and said those very words. He had spilled boiling water on his leg and ankle trying to pour pasta water into a strainer. It hit the side of the sink and went over the counter down on his foot. I told him to hang up and take a photo of it and send it to me right away. Yup you guessed it, it was pretty bad. His leg was fine, a minor burn, but his poor ankle area was hit hard. There was already a large flap of skin melted off, sorry for those of you who are squeamish.
I sent him the the ER, but in typical college boy form he went to an after hours clinic. Sure enough it was a very involved second degree burn, they gave him medication, wrapped it up and sent him home. The thing is that burns continue to deteriorate and should be watched very closely, they did not even ask him to return for a check up. I got nightly updates and photos until Thursday night when it looked very bad to me. At 9:45 I marched down to my neighbor in my PJ's, with my iPad, and showed her the photos. She is our doctor and I love her, she thought he needed intervention that night. But again he would not go, it was late and he had to be up early for his internship. You can't make a 22 year old, who is about 1,000 miles away from you do anything! He did agree to go after work on Friday.
He was sent to three different hospitals before anyone would touch him. He finally got it all cleaned out and tended to and is now on pain medication, and wrapped up until he goes to a burn clinic on Wednesday. Today he is still in a great deal of pain, those nerve endings took a big hit yesterday with all the clean up, but he is resting so that is good. I am feeling better about it now but I tell you it has been a very worrisome week. I was just about to hop on a plane and take matters into my own hands. I won't show you any photos, it is really horrible to see. I think his leg looked like a bad injury on a Halloween prop, it was gruesome. I anticipate some scarring, I can work with all of that when he comes home at Christmas. I don't want his ankle function to be limited in any way. Until then he needs to heal. Please keep your fingers crossed it continues to heal up nicely with no infection.
So today I tried to catch my breath and let my Mom-Worry-Meter have a rest. I ripped out old plants, weeded my completely overgrown garden and planted some mums and marigolds. Supposedly deer do not like either of these plants but I am sure there will be a big buffet at my house tonight after I am asleep. My deer tend to like everything they are not supposed to. These were the very last of my summer flowers, a little posy to make me smile. Mr. 19 came home for the weekend, another reason to make me smile. Little Buddy and the potty training, well lets just say those smiles are very sporadic.
Hope you are having a great weekend and remember to be careful with boiling water. An accident like that could happen to any of us.