Nothing expends some nervous energy better than the repetitive motion of stockingette knitting. A couple of months ago, I had a sudden trip to the emergency room with my HLM. On the way out the door, I had the presence of mind to grab a ball of sock yarn and a needle, for the waiting room. While time ticked by in the hospital, I cast on the toe for a sock and knitted my nerves away.
The night at Emergency turned into nearly a week's stay in the hospital, and every day I took the sock and knitted away on it while I visited. The blue and green colours began to remind me of scrubs and it seemed right that these were the socks I was knitting, in that moment.
By the end of the first sock, he was home and getting healthy again. The bad juju of the first sock was going to be countered by some good healthy juju with the second sock. Yesterday we were back at the hospital for another follow-up procedure (and all is well) and everything came full circle, as I sat in the waiting room, finishing the afterthought heel of the second sock.
Only after taking the photo did I notice that the charcoal colour is slightly darker on the bad juju sock than on the good juju sock. Coincidence?
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