Greetings from the Couch Cushions

I am still quite sick. I can talk now but I have no taste or smell. This is sooo annoying. Food is not enjoyable. I drink glass after glass of apple juice and water and cannot discern a difference between the two. In fact, I have drunk at least three gallons of apple juice in three days. I am quite hydrated albeit sick as a dog. I have discovered that oatmeal is extremely unenjoyable when you cannot taste it. Hot chocolate, hot tea, and coffee all taste like hot water when you cannot taste the flavor…and this is quite unenjoyable. But I need to drink hot chocolate, hot tea, and coffee in order to breath in the steam to help loosen my congestion… I haven’t done this. I don’t like drinking hot water. Go figure. Despite using tissues with lotion (and quite a bit of lotion I might say) my nose has finally turned red, crusty, and sore. It’s a pretty miserable time here in the Brock house.

It’s been three days since I started the antibiotics and no improvement. I’m pretty sure if I miss anymore work they’re going to link up the phone system to my cell phone so I can work from home. That may not be a bad idea…

I had to completely frog Clapotis. Turns out I’m not so good at following directions. Approximately 75 rows gone. Wasted. So far I’ve had to rip back nearly every single thing I’ve attempted to knit. Only one finished item and it is one stitch short through the whole thing. I decided a slightly unsquare dishcloth isn’t such a big issue. Perhaps I should reconsider my abilities to read directions properly. It’s not as though the instructions are vague, unpleasant or written in another language. I just don’t read them. Thankfully I’m not using a pattern on Justin’s sock or I’m sure it would be horribly wrong.

I’ve been so ill that I haven’t picked up a knitting needle in days other than to discover my heinous error on Clapotis. Perhaps I’m not too sick to knit, that scarf killed my will to go on. I knit a little today on the scarf that shall no longer be named (starting over really burns so I didn’t work much on it) and Justin’s lone sock. But the sock is nearing the toe decreases.

I knit a fingerless glove before the worst of my plague fell upon me like locusts. I was going to write up the pattern and put it here, but decided at the last moment that I’m not that happy with it. Too loose around the wrist and not comfy enough around the fingers. Although I am pretty proud of myself for making up something like that in a craft still pretty new to me. So bask in my glory of ….of attempting.

I’m sick of being sick. I’m going back to bed.