I try to be good when it comes to school work. I make a study schedule for Yannick and myself, and in it I break down each section into daily pages, and as long as we read/make notes on those pages on that day, we’ll be on track. Usually he falls behind, and I nag. This time it’s my turn. First I was so busy on Sunday that I didn’t have a chance to get my pages done. Then Monday I was out all day and had such a headache that night that I told myself I’d catch up at work the next day. I did get some done yesterday but not as much as I’d hope, and work was busy today too, which means tonight I can do nothing but study. No knitting. No visiting the forgotten loom. Just notes, notes, notes. Study, study, study.
I did cast-on for my first socks of the new year. These were cast-on last week, en route to visit my 3rd surgeon for my 2nd second opinion, while my mom drove. Long story short, since neither my surgeon nor the 2nd opinion surgeon could find the hernias that I swear are there (and I’d know, as I’ve already had 3 fixed), I visited a laparoscopic surgeon to see if she could help. She also couldn’t find the hernias, and focused more on my pain and less on my claim of the physical symptom of the hernias popping out, but in the end she thought she could help, if to do nothing else but to rule out the hernias. I’ll be having diagnostic laparoscopic surgery in May. If she finds hernias, she’ll fix them as they’re found. If no hernias are found, hopefully she’ll find whatever is causing the popping and the pain.
I was sore, dejected and feeling ignored after the appointment, so I didn’t knit on the way home.