D fell and refractured his arm in exactly the two places he had in July, only this time the breaks could not be set without surgery and pins. Yes, he was skateboarding. No, it is not all that uncommon (come to find out) for refractures to occur. Poor guy. Bad timing. Bad luck. (And yes, it was bad judgment on our part to allow him on a board so soon).
He is recovering well, though, and on this rainy, grey New England day there seems to be a glimmer of relief here in this household. A few more hot, salted baths, mugs of dandelion root tea and chicken soup (not to mention the painkillers), and he will be back at it.
Though “it” will not include lacrosse, snowboarding or skateboarding any time soon.
I knit this at the hospital this weekend, waiting for D’s surgery to be done. The worst part (for K and me, that is) was pushing to get D in THAT day, so that he didn’t have to fast and go without pain meds for another 8 or so hours the next day. It was touch and go for a couple of hours, but thankfully, D was taken as an ‘add on’.
Knowing that there would be some interminable waiting, I grabbed a skein of bone-colored aran wool and a ziploc bag full of fabric strips. The idea was to have my hands acting the metaphor of bones knitting together. And, and so it was, the loop-after-looping keeping me present. Acting as a prayer.
- NOTE TO SELF — next time (PLEASE let there be no next time) — put the ER xrays in the car before gathering up craft supplies!! (K went back and got them while D and I waited one of the long waits).
- ANOTHER NOTE TO SELF — Notice how refreshing it was to make something for the sheer act of the making — no end goal, no project-ness, no pressure to turn it in to something (though it may at some point be turned into something). Making loop after loop and grabbing strip after strip of cloth and knitting them in. Row after row. Knitting together.