Still, mustn't grumble

After a weekend of not going anywhere much and not doing anything except huffing and puffing and hacking up ick, I went back to the doctor today. I have another kind of antibiotic, and this afternoon Rob came home from work to come with me for a chest X-ray. I get the results next week.

This is mindnumbingly tedious. I'm not allowed to do anything - mind you, I'm mostly not able to either - and I've been ill since the second of May.

Thingie!

It's growing. Today I knitted at a bus-stop, on a bus, and in the X-Ray waiting room. I've learned that it's ok to knit only ten stitches at a time and then put the knitting away. It's ok to do it in dribs and drabs. Hurrah! This way,it might actually get done.

But I've totally lost track of how many rows I've done. I used to know how to count rows. It's stocking stitch. On the loopy side, as opposed to the arrowy side, is each visible loop a row or two rows? My Nana always counted her rows in two but I'm not sure where she counted.

Since I have at least 30 rows to go, and no more decreasing or anything, before it's even half-finished, I have plenty of time to work this out.

The charity shop sold me some complementary yarn to finish and trim it. Hurrah! I shall be asking about sewing it all together soon.

Knitting, by the way, is heavy on the hands. I may experiment with circular needles, as apparently then the weight is more evenly distributed and/or in your lap rather than on your arms. But I like my bamboo needles! I like them a lot!