I’m sure sometimes we all feel like we knit in our sleep. Or at least that we could.
Yesterday I had the joy of having a colonoscopy. (Just a screening – it’s a joy being 50.)
Of course, I took some knitting with me for the waiting room. Since the anesthesia they give you includes some sort of stuff to give you amnesia, I don’t really remember anything much about the recovery room except them showing me a picture of the polyp they removed (the doc said it was nothing to worry about). Fortunately, my husband was there to pay attention to anything important, like no alcohol today, no aspirin or ibuprofen for 2 weeks, etc.
A while after we got home, I asked him if he helped me get dressed, or if I dressed myself. He said that when he came into the room, I was dressed and sitting in the chair knitting. I certainly don’t remember that at all! Evidently I told him and the nurse that I could knit in my sleep. And it must be true. All I can say is, it’s a good thing it was just stockinette in the round, because I didn’t even mess it up.
By the way, have you seen the Knitter’s Fall 2008 preview?