****SENSITIVE STOMACHED PERSONS SHOULD NOT READ ANY FARTHER, OR SHOULD SKIP TO THE KNITTING PART OF THIS POST****
I don't think I've stated this before, but I work in an Emergency Room. I draw people's blood. I stick about 20-30 people every day, 5 days a week, on average. That's...say, 130 people a week? And I have to be close enough to them to get their blood. About 1-2 feet from their face.
Probably 8-10 of those sticks every day are people who have nausea or vomiting. Probably 5 of those go home with the new knowledge that they have...a stomach virus.
So that's 25 people a week that I am in close contact with who have a contagious stomach virus.
Guess what I have now? That's right...a stomach virus. For the moment I'm staving off the inevitable puking by gulping emetrol every half hour or so, if for no other reason that when I do vomit, I'd rather not have to vomit up my entire dinner. Bile is just fine with me.
****WE NOW RETURN TO THE KNITTING PART OF THIS BLOG****
I have still made NO progress in any direction. Christmas is coming, my apartment is a mess, My tree remains undecorated and in the wrong place, and my knitting languishes in bags and baskets, waiting to be picked back up and completed, or at least lovingly worked on. I have a feeling that the bunny, the baby sweater, and a few scarves are going to be the extent of my Christmas knitting, unless the knitter fairy decides to humour me and do some work while I'm asleep (or working my way through this stomach virus).
I really wanted to get some other things finished...I may still be able to complete some kitchen towels for my mom and a bib or two for Gracie. Those only take a few hours apiece...one day off and they could all be finished. But my dad and stepmom (dana)? I have no idea...I know what I want to make for my dad, but it will take a week to complete. Maybe though. Maybe.