Well, two tiny things. The first one is about knitting and the second is about the surgery.
I forgot one tiny check when I had everything ready to start the Mystery Stole this morning. I forgot to check if my tiny crochet hook would fit through my tiny beads. It does not. I had a 1.1mm for another project, but I think I was using size 11 beads for that, not size 8. So, in the early morning light when I fired up the computer, and got everything out to begin the project, I found out very quickly that I will not, in fact, be knitting the stole this weekend. I found a source for the size of crochet hook I need and ordered it. Hopefully I'll have it Monday. Pout.
I'm looking at this tiny hook, knowing that it is 1.1mm in size, and thinking that this is the size of the teeny tiny piece of my laryngial (sp?) nerve that was snipped off and then repaired under a microscope. Teeny. Tiny. But it makes a big difference. My voice sounds like Kathleen Turner after a carton of cigarettes and a bottle of cheap whiskey and a night of screaming at a lawn concert. It's difficult to swallow and almost impossible to clear my throat. And I have no range. I sound a bit like a Kathleen Turner robot, actually. It's all temporary and should clear up in a week or two - the nerves regenerate - and I'm not stressed over it. As long as I lie still and don't try to converse with the cats I'm fine. Going back to work on Monday should be interesting.
Thank you for all your well wishing comments and e-mails. I can read your messages from my cell phone, which I did from my hospital bed when I couldn't sleep. I did sleep better, if not more, than last time. You just have to laugh when the 3rd person to wake you up in an hour is the food service manager asking if the food is OK. But it was only 4:30 in the afternoon - business hours - so I didn't hold it against him. I had my own room this time, so it was actually kinda pleasant. I could have gone home without spending the night, but I wanted to stay. Those pressure cuffs they put on your calves and ankles to keep you from getting DVT make me feel better.
So, I'm home and not working on the mystery stole and not talking. What to do, what to do, what to do...l
Knit more stripes, I guess.