The kids and I left my sister's home on Monday and returned to our daily routines on Tuesday. I was still in a bit of pain, but it wasn't as uncomfortable and with being so very busy at work, I ignored it and kept moving forward.
2. Dana lands in the local emergency room. Wednesday morning, my abdomen would not be ignored. It hurt to cough and to breathe. Despite my absolute fear, terror and utter loathing of all things related to needles, I went to hospital. After multiple injections, withdraws, a CT scan and half a liter of iced-down contrast dye to drink (I almost would've preferred a shot in this case), I was diagnosed with diverticulitis. (Yes, Dad, I do see the writing on the wall and will change my ways). In a nutshell, I have consume more fiber, less red meat and more vegetables. I left the hospital Wednesday afternoon feeling nauseated, exhausted and more than a little disgusted with myself. The sour mood carried over the next couple of days, but then something wonderful happened and it just brightened my week immeasurably.
3. A lavender scented bit of Heaven was found in the mailbox. Yes, Marianne's socks arrived and I was, quite literally, astounded. Made from a soft sage green Merino wool, these socks are incredible! They're as soft as they can be and the tiny, immaculate stitches are unbelievable. My photos cannot possibly do them justice, but here's an attempt.
Look at the lace detail!
And, as if the socks weren't enough, Marianne also included stitchmarkers and chocolate! I was floored... just floored... and the carepackage made a lousy week wonderful again.
I put the socks on my feet before bed on Saturday night and went to sleep. For the first time this winter, my toes didn't get cold during the night. Waking up Sunday morning (in a much brighter mood and feeling like my pre-illness self), I tucked my new socks between my mattresses and there they are right now. These are my "sleep socks." I only wear them at night. They've become, if you will, my "blankie" in only two short days. That's the honest truth. :)
The stitch markers are just as beautiful and I treasure them!
Again, THANK YOU MARIANNE!
P.S. "I'm Off the Hook," the title of the blog, refers to my situation. I now understand why you sockers love socks. Yes, there's a galaxy-sized diffference between Hanes and "Marianne's Magyckical Masterpieces." That said, I should eat crow. And more crow. And more crow after that. However, I must avoid red meat, ergo...I'm off the hook. LOL Now, would one of you kind ladies please e-mail me a very simple, straight-forward sock pattern? As soon as my current projects are done (yours is felting as we speak, Marianne), I'm going to try socks again. [Intense blushing in Bedford].
Again, thank you Marianne!