I came off my bike on what should have been my first day back to work on Monday. Ouch! And don’t worry, I’m OK.
I can’t actually remember much about it although I have a foggy recollection that the battery cover popped off my bike light so maybe I was trying to fix it when the accident happened.
At least it was on the bike path so there were no cars to worry about and a doctor from my clinic happened to cycle past a little while later and she stopped to help me and called the ambulance. I don’t remember much after that until I woke up at the hospital. The ambulance people must have managed to fold up my bike and bring it along because it was sitting in the corner of the emergency room.
The tests showed there was nothing serious and no broken bones, just “severe concussion” and cuts and bruises. The hospital report describes me as a 53 year old “thin young man” which is quite nice really, I must have cycled off all the Christmas food already.
I’m booked in for a check up later today with the doctor who looked after me and called the ambulance so I can thank her in person. The first couple of days after the accident I was a bit confused and I kept repeating the same sentence over and over, but Wayne says I’m recovering well now and able to converse better. My bike of course doesn’t seem to have a scratch!
Unfortunately, although I’ve had a few extra days at home before going back to work next week, I haven’t been able to knit much because my wrists were swollen, and also because I haven’t been able to concentrate and I’ve been getting tired and sleepy easily.
I did do a little more work on my stranded colour work Christmas ball though. It only takes ten minutes or so to do a round and I figure the mental agility required to follow a chart and knit the pattern using two strands of yarn, one in each hand, is probably good therapy for my brain.
My tension knitting with both hands is still a bit wonky but I’m quite pleased anyway because in the beginning it felt like I’d never be able to do it at all. I’m not worried that the first attempt is a bit rubbish because I don’t like the yarn that I bought anyway, so I’m calling this one the prototype.
I know Bluebell has been around for fifty years but I have to wonder, why? The three loosely plied strands unravel so easily and it splits like crazy, if you can knit with this stuff all power to you. Nice colours though.