The details: Stor Rund Dug started sometime in the summer of 2008. Made with size 30 silk which I dyed a bright turquoise and knitted on size 0000 needles. The last rounds were on six needles and I remember flipping my mother out when I would pull it out of my bag at the Dr.'s office, as well as a few other people sitting in the waiting room.
I finally finished it when we landed in Tucson in the fall of 2009. I was going to block it then, but remembered I loaned my box of blocking pins to my daughter, who lost them. Grrrrr. Last fall, I bought a small box of quilter's pins but couldn't find the doily. While getting the apartment ready for Duane to come home from the nursing home, I found it in the tote that held some bathroom toiletry supplies. (Scratches head) Then I was going to block it, but the pins came up missing. They were last seen on my bedside table. Last week, I found them under a pile of paperbacks. Hmmm Me thinks Bootsie might know something about that.
Last night I blocked it in a towel, and Bright Eyes guarded it.
I wish you could feel how lite and delicate it feels. Yet the silk makes it very sturdy. Looks kinda out of place here though. It will live on the stereo, just below my Lanarte cross stitch of Venetian Lady.
I'm trying to decide if I should clean all the clutter before I take a picture of the total effect, or just leave it. So you can see why I laugh at how out of place it looks. Oh hell, I leave the clutter. It will represent my life, small bright spots in the middle of chaos.
When does the word fibrous sound awful to a knitter/spinner? When it pertains to lung tissue. We got the results of last month's pulmonary test today. The Dr. was a new resident, who didn't speak English very well at all, with a strong Indian accent. Luckily, her instructor an American came in at the end. I don't have a problem with foreigners coming here to learn, but I think communication, good communication is extremely important in a medical setting.
The test showed he has fibrous tissue in his lungs and that is why the albuteral doesn't help. It is also what the the SSD Dr. heard on Tuesday. The resident seemed unconcerned, as I was having a private panic attack. The attending explained that he thinks it should heal and resolve over time. He also thinks the joint pain is from the six weeks in the ICU, medicated and Duane unable to move. He said, the rule is 7 - 14 days recovery for every day in a normal hospital stay, longer for an ICU stay, then the six weeks he spent in the rehab. Basically, it's going to take a while for him to start feeling better.
Forty-five days in the ICU times two weeks is about two years to recover. It's still a wait and see how the recovery process goes. Hopefully, the people making the decisions at Social Security make the right one and not force us to have to hire an attorney for a court battle. It's frustrating to Duane, the continuous oxygen is such a hindrance to him. The cord constantly gets hooked on something as he walks around, or someone stands on it, or Bootsie chases and pounces it.
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5 comments:
I can just imagine Bootsie chasing the oxygen cord around; that's the sort of thing Mr Fidget would do too.
That doily is beautiful, such a vibrant colour.
Recovery is definitely not a straight line. Wishing Duane all the best and that each day gets better than the day before.
First things first, I am gobsmacked by your beautiful knitting...and the fact your had it on SIX needles? Holy smokes, but you are talented. It's stunning.
Lastly, I posted on Duane's blog about the neuromuscular effects of prolonged sedation, and especially if neuromuscular blockades were used in combination with steroids. Likely they were. It will take time.
I will tell you a hospice story (with a happy outcome). I went to pronounce a hospice death of an elderly woman with heart failure. While always sad, it was her time. When I walked in the door, her friend recognized me immediately. Our little ICU had saved her own life three years earlier. If I'd chosen someone not to survive her catastrophic illness, she'd have fit at the top of that list. She made a near complete recovery over that course of time since I'd seen her last and was thrilled to be alive. There is always hope for recovery. Never give that up and take things one day at a time. It's really all any of us can do.
Lovely lace knitting!
You asked if I was using a pattern for the blocks.
Yes I am. The person that will get the blocks sent me the patterns she wanted me to stitch.
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