Extreme Knitting
Saturday and Sunday, I was able to do more knitting than I had originally planned. My friend Sue (whose husband was out of town for the weekend) needed some help at a Saturday rummage sale, so I spent nearly six hours knitting and visiting with her during the sale.
Early Sunday morning (7:30 AM) Sue called and asked me to take her to the Emergency Room. She had fallen and thought she had dislocated her shoulder. From that point on, the next thirty minutes was filled with miscommunication and fear.
I threw on some clothes and drove to Sue's house. The door was open, so I knocked and announced my arrival: she did not answer. With my heart pounding, I wandered from room to room only to find them empty. Where was she?
I was in a panic until I noticed that the garage door was open and her car was gone. Thinking a neighbor had helped her, I went to the hospital to see if she needed any thing else done.
No one at the hospital had seen Sue. Now, I was nearly frantic.
Where was she?
I called Sue's cell and discovered that she had fallen at the Eagles club. I told her I would be there shortly to pick her up.
Ummmm, I tend to have a heavy foot when I am anxious, and it wasn't long before I met a city police car. When he flipped around, I immediately pulled over to the curb. I handed him my license and admitted that I was speeding. With a shaky voice, I told him my story, and then I held my breath. Thankfully, he understood and let me go with a warning and a reminder to be careful.
Before long, Sue and I were in the Emergency Room.
Luckily, my knitting bag was still in my car, so I grabbed it after I parked the car. Then while I sat in the waiting room worrying about Sue, I knit.
Once her shoulder was x-rayed, Sue was faced with the grim news. The shoulder was not dislocated: it was broken and broken badly.
After three hours of being examined, x-rayed, and probed, Sue's shoulder was stabilized. The ER doctor gave Sue some pain medication, set up an appointment with a specialist on Monday, and sent us home.
With all the extended time I spent with my needles, I finished a pair of short-cuffed socks that I began Friday night.
Hopefully, the specialist will use his skill to "knit" Sue's bones back together. I pray that she has a speedy and easy recovery.
Early Sunday morning (7:30 AM) Sue called and asked me to take her to the Emergency Room. She had fallen and thought she had dislocated her shoulder. From that point on, the next thirty minutes was filled with miscommunication and fear.
I threw on some clothes and drove to Sue's house. The door was open, so I knocked and announced my arrival: she did not answer. With my heart pounding, I wandered from room to room only to find them empty. Where was she?
I was in a panic until I noticed that the garage door was open and her car was gone. Thinking a neighbor had helped her, I went to the hospital to see if she needed any thing else done.
No one at the hospital had seen Sue. Now, I was nearly frantic.
Where was she?
I called Sue's cell and discovered that she had fallen at the Eagles club. I told her I would be there shortly to pick her up.
Ummmm, I tend to have a heavy foot when I am anxious, and it wasn't long before I met a city police car. When he flipped around, I immediately pulled over to the curb. I handed him my license and admitted that I was speeding. With a shaky voice, I told him my story, and then I held my breath. Thankfully, he understood and let me go with a warning and a reminder to be careful.
Before long, Sue and I were in the Emergency Room.
Luckily, my knitting bag was still in my car, so I grabbed it after I parked the car. Then while I sat in the waiting room worrying about Sue, I knit.
Once her shoulder was x-rayed, Sue was faced with the grim news. The shoulder was not dislocated: it was broken and broken badly.
After three hours of being examined, x-rayed, and probed, Sue's shoulder was stabilized. The ER doctor gave Sue some pain medication, set up an appointment with a specialist on Monday, and sent us home.
With all the extended time I spent with my needles, I finished a pair of short-cuffed socks that I began Friday night.
Hopefully, the specialist will use his skill to "knit" Sue's bones back together. I pray that she has a speedy and easy recovery.
That would have put me in a panic, not being able to find her. You are such a good friend that you didn't take for granted that she drove herself. I hope her recovery will be speedy.
ReplyDeleteTalk about anxiety! Just curious on the short socks -- did you just knit less cuff than normal? I rather like that short cuff look. And, I assume you are using up yarn by using a yarn that goes with. Please share for we novice sock knitters... I'm on pair #2. My quilting keeps taking precedence! Bonnie
ReplyDeleteKnitting comes in handy when having to wait and calm your nerves. Good thing you had it with you. I hope your friend gets good news today and heals quickly.
ReplyDeleteWhat a turn of events and change of plans. My goodness. way to have your needles at the ready and knit knit knit
ReplyDeleteNice socks but OH DEAR! I'm nearly feeling anxious for you. I'm sorry to hear about Sue's shoulder.
ReplyDeleteThe socks are lovely. How unfortunate for your friend, though. I know you'll make yourself available to help her out, though.
ReplyDeleteSO SORRY ABOUT SUE, BUT SHE'S LUCKY TO HAVE YOU FOR A FRIEND. PRAYING FOR YOU BOTH. I KNOW YOU'LL BE HELPING HER OUT WHEN NEEDED.
ReplyDeleteLOVE THE SOCKS.