I finished Orangina (available on the Glampyre website) oh… about a year ago. I never got to take a pic of it on so here it is. You don’t see my head because I just got out of the shower and my hair is horrible.
I case you were wondering, I am wearing a black tank top underneath. It’s hard trying to figure out what to wear under such a lacy piece. One of the reasons why I knit it in black. I believe the yarn I used was Petite Mandarin which I bought at Threadbear when I was living in Michigan. If I had to knit it over, I’d knit the ribbing an inch or two longer.I’m still working on the TTV. I’m at 8 inches in to the bottom ribbing. Yeah!!! Almost done. I’ll probably post a pic on Saturday. I have had tons of time off this week. I’m off from Wed thru Sat. I’m going to work out today and tomorrow… gosh, I’m just about the laziest person ever. I did walk 2 miles to my parents house yesterday which I thought was pretty good. Oh well, I can try again today.
Here’s a happy picture
Waldo’s ears are extremely floppy and are rarely in the correct position.For those who are wondering about my job, I felt really sad on Tuesday. One of my patients was a hospice pt. That’s not the one I was necessarily sad about. I was sad about my 60 year old mentally retarded patient who did not have any family visit him. He had a stroke on Sunday and I had him on Tuesday. I found out from him that he smokes, drinks, and is addicted to crystal meth. I can’t believe the drug dealers. They will even sell to mentally retarded people. But I guess they are the easiest sell, especially when they don’t have anyone looking out for them. This poor patient’s parents died of old age about 20 years ago and he has no one to look after him. I got the case manager involved and they are trying to place him in a group home so he’s not alone anymore. I had to get a sitter for him because he got out of bed, is extremely unsteady, and could not understand how to use the call light. He had had a brainstem stroke which affects his equilibrium. And all the poor guy wanted was more food. He would have lunch then forget he had eaten a few minutes ago. I hope everything works out for him. Whenever I think that life sucks, I need to think of this poor man who is just happy that someone is talking to him and gives him food. Oh… then if that’s not all, he had a wound on his leg that was draining. I asked him how long he had it and he said 20 years. I had it cultured and he has methacillin resistant staph aureus or MRSA. What else can happen to the poor guy.