Guilt-Free Knitting2 May 2010
After friends have expressed concern for me in my sorry state at the moment, they try to cheer me up by reminding me of all the knitting I’ll be able to do – guilt free, as I can’t do much else.
When I was taken into hospital, I had (of course) a small project in my handbag that I’d been knitting on my train journeys to and from work so there I was, propped up in bed, in a morphine-induced state waiting to go to theatre, knitting away. It fascinated the nursing staff and it kept me relatively sane. The knitting of course was dreadful and will have to be ripped.
Then friends arrived with yarn and patterns to keep me occupied. One friend turned up with a simple shawl pattern, a beautiful ball of yarn, the needles, stitch markers and a tape measure. Everything I needed to keep me occupied for a while. Other patients and their visitors would pop over every day to see how I was getting along. Knitting is such a USEFUL hobby – therapeutic, relaxing, transportable.
Now that I’m at home, I knit a bit each day but find it difficult to concentrate on one activity for any length of time. So I sit at the computer and catch up with my friends and the rest of the world, I read a bit, I knit a bit, I sleep a lot. I’ve been given some audio books, which go well with the knitting, and I try not to watch daytime TV.
I can get out of bed by myself now and can get myself around the house. I can make myself a hot drink but have to stand in the kitchen to drink it as, with crutches, it’s impossible to carry anything. I can’t cook but as my sister (kindly) pointed out yesterday, I couldn’t cook before the accident so why would I think a bone fracture would make me into Masterchef?
Each day is a little better than the day before. And by the time I’m up and whizzing around Sydney at my usual pace, I hope to have loads of knitting to show off.