I've been to war, and returned to blogville. "Routine" post-op is in the eye of the beholder. Nothing is routine when it is YOUR body that has experienced the controlled trauma that is surgery. How do you define a "minor operation"? Answer: An operation done on somebody else.
Here is the aftermath:
I am happy to answer any questions (by email) about the ground-breaking post-op analgesia catheter I was sent home with. I have had almost zero pain, despite hacking, sawing, bone breaking, bone shaving and surgical incisions. The picture is obviously an Etherknitter's eye view of the Situation. I hope the bones will knit as quickly and happily as my WIPs.
I'm planning on a pink cashmere scarf for the anesthesia resident who took care of me. While thoroughly drugged and blissed-out, I asked her about her favorite color. Any non-knitted suggestions for male Indian anesthesia guy who deserves a huge thank you, also? His work with a needle was flawless - and I'm a tough audience. I was able to stay awake for most of the procedure - even peeked over the screen to see how things were progressing and what the damn bunion
looks looked like from the inside.
The Rowan wool cotton swatch appears to have made gauge. I'm full steam ahead on the Marla sweater.
I got pix of the Japanese baby, Kai, under the baby blanket I knitted. My knitter's heart feels very very warm right now: