Stop the world, I want to get off!

Aiee! Work, parenting, dirty house, work, work....where's the knitting?

So anyway, I was SICK for 2 weeks, including over my board exam and vacation. Miss Maddy was sick for 2 days (during which I got next to no studying done) and then I cam down with the Dreaded Cold and coughed my guts out for 2 weeks. Couldn't sleep due to cold medicine overload or coughing, take my pick. Great timing. Bleah.

Spring seems to finally have arrived in La Crosse. Damned snowstorm on April 28th. Now, to yard work! Another time suck, thanks.

Started knitting Rainbow Socks (check 'em on ) with Austermann Step (ooh, jojoba oil and aloe, yum).

Pics to follow.

Went to a patient's funeral yesterday...yep, that means a baby. Two actually, but I can't say more. I'm glad I don't have to do that very often. I really liked these parents, and I hope they stick together. I really hate funerals though, because I find all the religious pablum mouthed by the clergy to be horrible. Didn't help that the stupid priest got the babies' father's name wrong. Came home and hugged the heck out of Miss Maddy.

Holy cow. Merry Christmas.

Where has the time gone????? Oh yeah, holiday prep, 2 weeks on-service, and a gazillion nights on call. Dang.

Finished a scarf for Miss Maddy and started the Penguin Pullover in the most recent issue of KnitSimple. Slogging away on my Sanpoku (BORING).

Oh, and I had my YAG laser iridotomy.

What?

Next month I am having Visian ICL: implanted contact lenses. Evidently, if they don't first punch tiny holes with a laser in your iris, your eyeball fluid will build up and give you a form of glaucoma (increased pressure in the eye). Why am I doing this? Because I am too damn blind for Lasik, that's why. And I'm sick to death of being blind. Especially since I regularly am awakened from a sound sleep in the pitch black and have to find my glasses befre I can figure out which end is up. I have been wearing my glasses for 2 weeks now (pre-op requirement) and I'm pretty done.

Almost-4-year-old Miss Maddy is confused: is Santa real??? Mama and Daddy say no. He is pretend, and your presents come from your family and friends. We feel that the Santa thing divorces the presents from, well, money, and that learning that your parents lied to you about Santa is a possible blow to your confidence in what your parents tell you. But he's everywhere! Her daycare teachers talk him up, of course. Her friends believe. He came to daycare! What did she tell him she wanted?

A puppy.

There's a chocolate's chance in my lunchbag that she'll get a puppy. Ever. We are cat people. So much for Santa.