puddingcat | (no subject)

I'm glad I don't work on Mondays. Mum's just gone into hospital, her operation's scheduled for 1.30, and I'm incapable of concentrating on even knitting.

I'm not worried so much as distracted. Mum has the constitution of a Shetland Pony*, has no problems with anesthetics and has been asking for a mastectomy for months, but I know she'll feel rotten for at least a week afterwards** and will be infuriatingly*** low on spoons**** for a couple of months.

Still, the nervous energy has meant I've cleared off the top of my chest of drawers, ready for the Big Box of Knitting Stuff. Now all I need to do (apart from clear out the rest of the house, but That's Just Being Silly) is empty out the Big Box, and fill it with Knitting Stuff.

Good luck to everyone who has exams atm.

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* Her own description; she's descended from Shetland fisherfolk (going back 3 centuries, but still), and says she's "built for comfort, not for speed" - a description with which I fully empathise.

** From personal experience of breast surgery.

*** She'll be the one infuriated by it.

**** She loves this idea.