Still Not So Much With The Knitting...

I am shamed by my lack of knitterly behavior lately.  It's not like I haven't been doing a lot of sitting around.  Well...at least I've been sitting in between getting traffic tickets and whatnot.  Frankly, today I have no excuse for not knitting.  The only thing I have in my defense is that I swore to myself that I would rest up in anticipation of tomorrow's doctor's appointment and did so with great dedication.

I rested so hard that I am exhausted.  I sat with all the determination of Great Sitters Throughout History.  I resisted any and all urges to get up and dust things.  (That wasn't exactly as hard as I'm making it out to be, but I'm making a point here.)  When I wasn't sitting, I was lying down and that is probably where I lost most of the day.  There was maybe a little more of the napping than I meant to do.  But that's OK.  I'm sickly and napping is probably the best thing I can be doing at the moment.

I suppose I should try and do something of a fibery nature if I am going to continue calling this a knitting blog.  It's all well and good to rest after a busy day and while trying to recuperate enough to make it to the doctor.  But you can't not recognize the theme of your blog.  Do that long enough and people will be all surprised on the day that you whip out a cardigan.  You'll end up losing all the readers who subscribed because they thought this was a Complain About The Sniffles, Rant About Zombies And Show Kitty Pictures blog.  

I'm stretching a bit with this attempt at the genre, but it's the best I can do.  

Like the rest of the country these days, I am on a tight budget and expenses of a frivolous nature are frowned upon.  But when I saw these poor little critters in the clearance bins of two separate stores, I felt they needed rescuing.  If I can't put my loose change towards saving a couple of my wooly friends, then I have lost all hope of ever calling myself a knit-blogger even if I do someday manage to stitch something.  

Meet my two new friends:

Or is it three?  One of them seems to have brought along a stowaway...

Silly little purchases, I grant you.  But they made me smile and they were but a pittance.  I think that middle aged women who are flirting with The Pox deserve a stuffie or two.  In fact, I think it is a rule.  Especially if you go by the handle of "Sheepie" every now and again.  

The comments of late have fallen into two categories:  Weather and Why Are You Going To School????  The former is in reference to a rather nasty storm bearing down upon the northeast.  The latter is more rooted in the level of frustration people feel when I am either unwilling or unable to behave myself as a sickly person should.  I think I will be able to satisfy everyone with this latest screen capture:

I think they have lowered the snow totals since this was posted earlier in the day, but you get the idea.  There is a whole lotta snow in the forecast.

Once again, I find myself all fraught with ambivalence.  The reality is that I wouldn't be going to school tomorrow anyway.  At least not for the whole day.  I need to see about filling a prescription or two and maybe practice lying down a little bit more.  It is painful to think about how the school year is getting longer and longer with each storm.  However, when I do the math, the whole equation really comes down in my favor if school is cancelled.  I won't have to worry about the kids running amok, my staff will have one more day to forget about how horrible the day went while I was out on Friday and I can be medicated without guilt.  

Let us not discuss how I will need to go out to collect said meds.  That won't be pleasant.  But it's not far to the pharmacy and my car has demonstrated its amazing powers in the snow satisfactorily to date.  Besides, if I don't get the antibiotics I'll probably end up in the hospital anyway.  Sliding into a snowbank or a tree will merely expedite this process, right?

I'm kidding.  I've no intention of sliding into a tree.  I'm just saying is all...

Aside from my shame over the lack of knitting, I'm feeling much, much better today.  The pain that defined Friday night and most of Saturday has abated and I'm able to breathe again without wondering who the heck is stabbing me in the shoulder or, for that matter, why they feel the need to do so.  I am, however, not fooled by this pleasant turn of events.  I fell for the little tricks played by The Pox before.  Fool me once, shame on you.  Fool me twice, shame on me.  Fool me three times and I deserve whatever I get.  Now that we are on round four of the fooling, I'm immune to the false sense of wellness.  Heck, I don't even know what "wellness" feels like anymore.  I'm taking care of it.  Pinky swear.  

I do appreciate the concern, though.  It's nice to know that people will stick with me even when I do one or two stupid things.  Like thinking I have a cold when I have The Pox and not going to the doctor when I had a whole stupid week off to do it.  If it makes you feel any better, I have beaten myself up over that choice, no matter how well-thought-out, for days.

I must go rest now.  All that not-knitting isn't going to not do itself, you know.  Unless you hear differently, assume I have a snow day tomorrow and that I am enjoying waffles with a side of The Good Drugs.  

And maybe not knitting...

SA