Today is the first anniversary of The Knitting Doctor. Unfortunately I won’t be doing any knitting to celebrate. It’s been a fun year. I started this as a way to document what I’m knitting, but it has turned into a wonderful way to “meet” a lot of other knitters. I’ve learned a few things about computers, and a lot of things about knitting. I like to look at anniversaries as opportunities for reflection; a time to set new goals, perhaps drop old ones that are no longer useful.
Julia from Moth Heaven wrote an interesting post last week about what she chooses to knit and why. I think one of the few disadvantages of blogging, and reading other blogs, is that I get very distracted from my knitting. “Oooohhh, I want to knit THAT!” “No no, THAT needs to be next.” Once my fingers get working again, I want to finish up some old projects that have been languishing, then work on some of the projects buried in those eight tubs of yarn lurking behind me. (OK, ten.) So much yarn, so little time.
I promised a list of the positive benefits of my hand injury. I have combined this with a list of things I can and can’t do with one hand, as well as just a few random things I’ve discovered. In no particular order, here goes. Some of these might qualify as “too much information” for some of you. Consider yourself warned.
I’ve learned that “they” make dental floss thingies that can be used with one hand.
I am able to wash my right armpit with ease.
I need assistance with the left armpit.
I’ve mastered one-handed makeup.
I can take my bra off with one hand.
I can’t get it back on.
Let me just say that “feminine hygiene products” can indeed be managed with one hand when one has to do so.
I’ve learned to butter toast with one hand. (If you are thinking “Ha, I can do that”, just try it.)
I can still drink a glass of wine with one hand. I can’t get the bottle open alone, but once it’s open, I’m set.
I have a lot of free time to read books. I’ve even gotten caught up on some medical reading.
Paperbacks are harder to read with one hand. Hardback books stay open better by themselves. Fortunately there is no shortage of books in this house.
I have lots of time to play on the computer.
My husband and I have had lots of time together. As long as he remembers that he has to help me wash my left armpit and then hook my bra before he goes anyplace, we’ll get along fine.
Life is much easier when people leave my bathroom counter the way I have it. Especially people who seem to think it’s funny to go in and put the caps and lids back on everything.
I finally will have time to read through June Hiatt’s Principles of Knitting. Of course, it’s a big enough book that I might not be able to balance it one-handed.
I’m able to go to the park with John to walk the dog a lot more than I ever was before.
You learn the value of little milestones. My stitches came out this week.
I’m learning the value of patience when you are a patient. I’ve only lobbed a couple of things across the room in frustration this week because I couldn’t get them open.
My splint has a rubber band that hooks one part to another part. Cats appear to find this endlessly fascinating. I’ve discovered that it’s just better if I don’t fall asleep with my splint exposed while Willie is pretending to sleep on my chest.
I can pet the cat with one hand. I can just as easily knock him four feet across the room one-handed.
That’s enough for one day. I’m sure I’ll think of more later, with all the free time on my hands. Well, hand, I guess.