It's Not Quite the Same

Well, the astute Knit & Chatters I spent time with this morning will have noticed that I was back on my walker again. Apparently, doctors trump physiotherapists. It's not a strength thing, it's a balance thing. I need to be using the walker until the bone has grown around my new hip joint and all is securely in place. A fall right now (from being off balance, say from walking with a cane) would undo all the good work that's been done.

So...

I am limited in the amount of time I can stay at the Knit & Chat by the capacity of my bladder. (TMI? Skip this paragraph.) As you can imagine, walking at a snail's pace across a crowded Starbucks with my walker, then trying to use the general facilities, was not something I wanted to have to do. The potential for accidents (of all kinds) is just too high.

I guess you could say I went to the Knit & Chat for a good time, not a long time.



Today I knit on my on-again-off-again sock. Again. I frogged half what I had already knit (it wasn't much) and basically reknit it during the hour or so I spent at the Knit & Chat.

Oh, and many thanks to "Sally" for giving up her chair for me. One day, maybe in the far off future, I won't have to think twice about chairs.

But the day I don't have to think about washroom facilities anymore, that will be a very happy day for me.