Sheep Shots

I came home early today.

My eye (left) has been bothering me for a while. Sort of scratchy/itchy like when there's a cat hair. . .

Today, I finally threw in the towel and called my doctor. Unfortunately, so did everyone else in town.

You know those flu shots? They make them so that people can take them and not catch the flu so that when someone (me) needs to see her doctor, she can. :ahem :

The best they could do was early next week. At which point I would have ripped my eyeball right out of my skull and run it through the dishwasher.

So I called my eye doctor. (Let me interject that I have been thinking about changing. Today clinched it.)

Appointment at 11. 45 minutes away from where I was (it was 9:30). Put a rush on what I needed to finish, hopped in the car. Got there with minutes to spare. And waited. And waited. While over there in the corner of the waiting room, a TV played on, and on, in an endless loop about some diagnostic procedure, and on, and on. . .

Finally, I get into the examination room. Finally, Dr. Eye shows up. "Washes" his hand with sanitizer (hello, there's soap and water and a sink!), then proceeds to open and close every cabinet and drawer in the room with the same hands he just sanitized, then pokes his fingers in my eyes.

(Hello! Move my records, please.)

So, it's conjunctivitis ("pink eye" to the non-medical among you), probably allergy-related (the cat sleeps on my bed all day, ya think?). How can he tell?

Like this (if you're sqeamish, skip this part): grasp the eyelashes firmly, turn the eyelid inside out, apply a dry cotton swab to the underside of the lid, collect sample.

Yeh, I went home (rather than drive 45 minutes, essentially blind!). But first, there was the payment issue. The counter-person says my insurance won't pay (based on a previous experience). My insurance company says they will (based on the same previous experience). I wrote a check. I'll get reimbursed.

(Please move my records!)

Eyedrops. Anti-inflamatory (steroid). 4 X daily for a week.

(Move the damned records!) And it wasn't just the stupid comment about my knitting!




These kid-sized chemo caps are a breeze to whip up.

The dark one is Bernat Boa with a strand of sport weight ack. Size 13 needles. The white one is the Nasty Fancy Fur with a strand of Bernat Lollipop. Size 9s

They are both nice and soft and snuggly.

And they work up really fast. And really, the Boa use the leftovers of a single ball. The Nasty Fur is slightly more than 1 ball.




And so, I cast on another of the Nasty Fur ones. This time a single strand of Nasty Fur alone. On 13s.

You know, it's knitting into a nice fabric.

I think I will spend some time moving the little colored blops to the right side when I am finished.

Or turn it inside out and make the hat reverse stockinette.