What a week it's been for your friendly on call hospice nurse. I haven't been worked this hard in awhile. I'm not whining
For some reason, around 9 PM tonight, I had an overwhelming desire to throw my phone down an elevator shaft. I was trying to write orders, manage calls for problems that should have been handled during the day, and smile at doctors giving me walk-by referrals. I swore every time my phone rang and as soon as it was silent, I thought about it ringing and because I thought about it ringing, it did. It was a no-win situation.
Time to stop b!tching.
It looks like this now and I don't think my best friend can continue to call it a shower cap anymore. It's beyond that. Once again, I've lost count of the stitches, but at least I'm on top of the rows. I am being encouraged to finish it and enter it in the Michigan State Fair. It makes my heart beat fast to think it even stands a chance. I'm worried that just like the phone ringing when I think about it curse, that something will happen to burst my bubble with this shawl. Best not to not think of entering it in a fair until I've knit the last stitch.
I've been spinning this week too, but if you want to see what I've been doing with my Ladybug, you're going to have to go look here. Yes, the hyperlink color is a clue.