So it's been kind of an icky week here at Knit Think, as I've been sick, and that's just not something I particularly enjoy. I especially don't like it when I finally drag myself to the doctor because I'm sure I'm getting an abscessed throat gland, something I've had before, and I want the good doctor to give me antibiotics to stop it in its tracks. The good doctor, being, of course, very good and current on everything, wants to wait and "see how it progresses." Because, you know, we shouldn't overdose the antibiotics. I'm all in favor of not building up immunities to antibiotics; but here's the thing--I haven't had any antibiotics in, oh, seven or eight years--not since my last abscessed throat gland. And the thing with abscessed throat glands? If you let them go too far, they have to lance them. And from what I understand, no, they won't put you out for that.
I am so very not interested in that procedure.
I finally talked the good doctor into writing me a prescription, which I promised I wouldn't fill until I'd had time to see "how it progressed." Funny thing is, by the time I'd buckled my seatbelt in the doctor's parking lot, things had gotten much worse, and I simply had no choice but to drive straight to the nearest pharmacy and fill my prescription.
And guess what? Two days after starting my drugs, I'm getting better. Ha, I say--take that, you know-it-all doctor.
But--in the midst of all this sickness, a parcel arrived from my ever-so-sweet Secret Pal, and boy, her timing couldn't have been better:
Good strong British tea to soothe my nearly-abscessed throat. And a beautiful card--SP, if you're reading this, did you make that? It's really gorgeous.
Awwwww....c'mon now, how cute is that? OK, maybe not quite as cute as MY Cavaliers, but pretty darn close.
Speaking of dogs:
My dogs don't have any idea what a Secret Pal is, and right now, they really don't care. They're busy. Fighting over the newest dog toy. Fortunately Teddy's mouth is big enough for the ball part, while petite little Gracie can chew the other end.
And Secret Pal, well, I think she's worried that my general Knitting Princess selfishness might overtake my holiday spirit, so she found a way to encourage me to actually give some knitting gifts this year:
How can I resist? I mean how fun is that? You bet there will be knitting gifts under the tree this year. And no, I won't put my own name in the "to" part of the gift tag.
Plus, SP rewards me for staying on task with the Christmas giving thing:
This is a bad picture color-wise. The Colinette website has a much better picture of the color, called Fruiti Coulis. It's so beautiful, but now I'm torn; SP says it felts well, and we all know how much I love to felt things (need I remind you why: felting hides mistakes like crazy). But the colors are so pretty that I'm afraid they'll be muted if I felt this. I have 450 yards or so. Any suggestions for non-felted projects? Although, on the other hand, it would make a beautiful bag...
THANKS, Secret Pal! Your timing was perfect! I keep sipping my tea and
fondling considering my new yarn and thinking of what wonderful things I can do with it!