an advance apology… I’m typing at 120 AM, I woke up because my morphine was starting to wear off and I’m still awake because I need dixon or emily to come get me all arranged to support the fragile burned spots from yesterday’s sugery… so if my spelling is bad and my grammar is worse, please forgive me, but I’ve wanted to get these photos of knitting with Ann up for ages.
Yesterday I had radiofrequency ablation surgery. It’s actually a very interesting concept, advanced by some rather unusual characters in their fields.
They put four metal conducting rods into and around my left hip and pelvis and cooked the bad spots until 90 degrees C That’s like 194 degrees F. No wonder it hurts so much. You have to be awake for the whole thing, because they don’t want to cook one of the big nerves that supplies muscle function to your leg… so they do test zaps and if the world’s most excrutiating pain goes zipping down your leg, they move the metal things and start over. Needless to say, even with my best Bradley natural childbirth techniques and Dixon by my side (they actually let him come in to the OR… that was our miracle for the day) I still cried once they started the actual cooking part. Well, cried might be a rather mild word. I can assure you, though, that there was no profanity 🙂
So today is post op day one, and it has been difficult. I’ve been trying to distract myself by thinking of all the friends I’ve gotten to see lately…
Ann V. came through here very briefly on the way to a retreat on Hilton Head. My big wish was this: A long time ago, I handspun some cashmere for Elizabeth Foss to make her girls some shrugs. Ann wanted one for her beautiful little girl, so I spun the cashmere and it was all ready to go. But by then, Elizabeth Foss’s severe wool allergy had let us know that it wasn’t just wool… alpaca and cashmere were just as bad. So EF couldn’t knit the shrug for Ann’s little one.
Therefore Ann is going to have to knit this one herself! So Elizabeth Foss put on a mask and gloves and did the cast on rows and the first few next rows to get the raglan sleeve increases all right. Then she expressed mailed it to Ann, on the needles.
Talk about a group project! I spun, EF cast on and marked and shipped, then Ann brought it right back to Charlotte to work out the sticky parts. (and Sam and George were in charge of photography) But anyway, back to my big wish. I would have loved to have Ann sitting on my sofa with me, feet up on the book covered, avalanche prone coffee table, for long enough for us to actually FINISH the sweater. But we didn’t have enough time. Ann had to be at a fancy recording place to do a webcast, so we compromised by taking Ann, the sweater, two boys and some socks to a Starbucks on the way between the airport and the webcast place….
And it worked out OK. I also wanted to show Ann, since she is a published geographer and all, the eponymous sock knitting stitch “Kitchener” which is close to where she lives in Ontario.
I showed her the stitch briefly, but then zoomed through the rest of the Kitchener process while she and Sam rearranged homeschool books in her suitcases and went to the UPS store to make sure she wasn’t overweight. Her suitcases I mean. Ann herself couldn’t be overweight if she tried, thus the need for red warm wool socks even in the very earliest part of September.
And speaking of socks, knitting this post all together, the blue ones are for Elizabeth Foss. They are truly vegan socks. No animal fiber anywhere, I brought them to our brief knitting date so that Ann and I could both work on them together. Because we really missed you, Elizabeth F. You were there in the shrug, and you were there in our conversations and our prayers, and we both worked on your socks, but next knitting date, you need to be there for real.
Until these pain management issues started to be a huge problem today, I had thought that maybe we could get together sometime next month, but for now I think a reasonable goal is to figure out how to skype from my bed. We’ll see. Today I wasn’t able to knit anything at all, due to positioning and pain and sedation from the drugs. Maybe tomorrow will be better…. Dixon, the kids and my parents all think that when I’m recovered a little bit, I should go to Michigan, and have some very peaceful quiet healing time with my parents and sister… without taking any kids with me… I’ll have to think about that one for a little while, but not now, now I have to get Dixon or emily to help me get settled to sleep.
Pray for less pain tomorrow, please. Hurting this much is getting awfully discouraging.