The Cough, the Sock, the Blues Vanquished
My poor little puppy.My Janie (9) is sick.
She was fighting a really awful cold over much of the weekend and woke up on Monday with a fever and a side ache. I took her to the doctor and the strep test was negative but the doctor did say that her cough was worrisome and that we needed to make sure it doesn't get any worse in case it's
(Note that you should NEVER, EVER, EVER GOOGLE "child pneumonia" unless your child is now over the age of 60.) (Maybe not even then.)
So, that's what I've been doing this week.
I've been staring at Jane, willing her cough not to be worse. Willing her fever away. Willing her appetite back.
Apparently it worked because her fever is gone today and although her cough is still horrifying, it's not any WORSE than it was.
Did y'all just feel that sigh of relief? I mean, it was so big that I think my bones all melted and pooled on the floor at my feet.
In other news, I have cleansed my Knitting Karma.
(Ana's sock. Claudia hand-painted sock yarn in Bearded Iris (which was just a dream to work with and which doesn't photograph near as vibrantly colored as it is in real life. Thuja sock pattern.) (Yes, AGAIN.) (So sue me.)
Yes, that is a seriously flat foot. Mercifully, she seems to have inherited her feet from her father--fast, flat feet with no deformed bones. The interesting thing about this sock, though, is that I really played with the stitch count. I realized that I wasn't making my socks tight enough on the wearer's foot. So while I started out with 52 stitches for the cuff, the foot only has 44 stitches. It fits her long slender foot perfectly. Unfortunately, her feet are still growing so who knows how LONG it will fit her but them's the breaks with custom socks. (Must now knit the second sock before I forget what I did.)
We had the most beautiful snowfall this morning. It's not cold enough to make the roads awful, but it's just enough to fill me with that sense of peace, kind of like when I go to the ocean. I stood at the kitchen window and watched it, filled with a sense of tranquility and filling my cup back up.