Elizabeth vs. the Jaywalker

Ever since Ack posted a bunch of links to her favorite knitting sites I have been obsessed with making a pair of Jaywalkers.
Months went by as I finished other projects, attempted new sock knitting techniques, and plotted my yarn purchases.
I received some KnitPicks Essential in Meadow Multi

I read the pattern. I realized that 76 sts on size 2 needles would be huh-uge. I spent some time swatching and adjusting. I came up with this.
A Drunken Jaywalker sock...
Now while I do find the pooling interesting, I knew this was not quite right. I put the sock an a holder and set it aside. For two months...
Over Christmas break I purchase some Adrafil Knitcol. This, I thought, would be perfect for Jaywalkers.
I grabbed my Harmony size 1's/32"circular and cast on. I was sick in bed with a cold. So I got down to the heel rather quickly.At this point problems arise:
1. I'm at a place in my knitting career where I know the basic sock recipe. Even in my medicated haze I could see the heel flap was extraordinarily large for me. So I ripped back and tried again. Better in length, but still to wide which means the sock in general is just too...damn...big. I could rip back and put in a fiddly decrease, but that would look weird. Nothing for it but to order some 0's from Knit Picks, rip all the way out, and try again.
2. Sirius has managed to chew off the end of one of the 1's forcing me to sand it down to a somewhat serviceable point and refinish it with nail polish. The needle is still usable if I keep the stunted needle in my left hand, but I ordered a new one anyway.
3. There will not be enough yarn. I can see the amount I have left in the ball after the heel flap is not enough for the foot. I only have two balls. I need three. I head back to the LYS of purchase. No Yarn. None left in that color. We looked thoroughly, trust me.
I immediately went home and checked on WEBS. There was, and I'm not kidding, one ball left in color #45. I bought it. I don't care about the dye lot, at this point finishing the socks and making them fit is a vendetta. Color is irrelevant.

Meanwhile the Drunken Jaywalker has fallen down and landed in the frog pond. I'm still keeping the picture up on Ravelry because I really do enjoy that funky pooling.

So I wait for the three-legged mule that delivers the mail to bring me needles and yarn.

The needles and yarn arrive-on the same day no less. I cast on the size 0's. I cast on two at once thinking to expedite the process. I realize when I get to the end of the ribbing I have only 72 stitches per sock. I should have 76. This mistake is because I cast on the Jaywalkers immediately after the Secret of the Stole cast on-which is 71 inches. (I don't really get the logic either-please don't ask me.) I increase to the right amount. I knit 2 inches. I measure the socks. Even going down a needle size, even tightening my tension as much as possible, it is still 9" around. Too.. Damn... Big!
So I rip out again.
This time I swatch the zig zag pattern and I take out 1 stitch from each panel so I am casting on a total of 68 stitches instead of 76. At this point I am one with the zig zag pattern so I can comfortably adjust the amount of stitches. I cast on 34 sts for my swatch, when completed the swatch should be half the size of the sock-4 inches. I knit for 2 inches in my loose-ish style. (I am lazy about swatching and on socks at least I can adjust the length as I go.) I steam blocked the swatch. (Again-lazy. Or maybe impatient?) It is 4 inches wide.
I've cast on again. At 68 sts I am only knitting 6 sts between the decreases and increases, everything else is the same. I can proportionally adjust the rest of the pattern as I go. I'm up to 2" now and everything is going OK. So far, I will not be lulled into a false sense of security. CONSTANT VIGILANCE! People at work keep looking at me funny as they have noticed I'm always knitting yet never seem to be making any progress on these socks. That's OK, when they are finished I may wear them for the entire day at work without shoes. Including my appearance on stage for the intermission shift. The 250 people in the Yale Rep audience can admire my f-ing cool socks that took some serious blood, sweat, and tears to make.

How Doctors Think

By Jerome Groopman
I can't recall how I heard about this book. But read it, you won't be sorry. Recently, I had some health issues and came up against my usual wall of frustration with the health care system. Here's how it goes...
1. You are in excruciating pain and suspect you have a kidney stone. You drag your ass to Yale Health Services in the middle of the night. It should be noted I am not a pain wuss by any means. I lived life with a partially blocked intestine for a year and a half for Christ's sake.
2. A half-awake resident gives you no diagnosis and sends you home with some pain killers. She gives you paper work to bring to the lab the next day for blood work and tells you to stop by radiology for an ultrasound.
3. Next day (Tuesday) you go to the lab, you give some blood. You stop by radiology and make an appointment, the soonest you can get is two mornings from now. (Thursday)
4. You dutifully drink your water and have your ultrasound. You ask who you can call to get the results. The tech tells you to call your PCP. The problem here is I don't have a PCP because she left months ago to teach at the med school. (Primary Care Physician)
5. The next day (Friday) is spent calling around and getting transferred to various people while trying to track down results.
6. Someone (A nurse? Maybe?) finally calls you back and tells you everything is negative. You express that you are still having twinges of pain and should you be concerned about this? Should you in fact, see a doctor in the not too distant future? "Umm...sure?" So you get an appointment for the next week.
7. Next week (Monday) you see the doctor. He suspects that there may have been a kidney stone but of course because no tests were done at the time of the actual excruciating pain it's hard to tell. For sure you likely have arthritis in your hips from the Crohn's Disease. The doctor tells you if the pain comes back to call and he will do a CAT scan immediately, but why go through the radiation exposure if it's not necessary. You ask this man to please, please, please be your doctor. He is nice, he is smart, he listens, he knows his way around Crohn's, and he has admired your knitting you brought with you into the waiting room.
8. You still have the occasional twinges of pain but nothing major. You check out How Doctors Think by Jerome Groopman and read it in three days.
9. A few days later (Friday) you are finishing up at work, untangling a ball of yarn on the couch in your office and you have a stabbing pain in your bladder and practicality pee yourself. You hobble to the bathroom, urinate and lo and behold, a stone! Maybe...wait... that could be dirt? Or maybe a stone? At any rate I am not sticking my hand into the toilet at work as I know how often it is cleaned. (Which is to say never.)
10. Upon reflection you decide not to call the doctor. He will only be disappointed you did not retrieve the maybe- stone from the toilet. Besides, other than the arthritis, you feel fine.

Now it should be said I do have really good health care. I am very lucky to work at a University with a billion-million dollar endowment and it's own internal medical system. All the health care is paid for and I don't need to worry about my insurance denying me a procedure because it costs too much. I want a CAT scan? Step right up! We've got like 8 of 'em that we own, so no waiting. If you needed a transplant, the biggest obstacle would be getting the organ. There would be a line of doctors and med students rearing to transplant. I am very, very fortunate and suspect that I could never leave this job.
However, for all the money falling out of Uncle Yale's ass the two biggest issues I have with medicine are time and the doctors themselves. I had these issues at the craptastic Salem Clinic, so I know these are equal opportunity problems.
The issue of time: Note that it took 10 steps to get from excruciating pain to passing a stone. And that it is still a-maybe I passed a stone. My biggest gripe has always been the time it takes from experiencing pain to seeing a doctor and that said pain or problem can go away in the interim.
The issue of the Doctor: or my point and do I have one? How Doctors Think brilliantly explains how doctors are trained to diagnose a patient. It also brilliantly explains what the hell to do about it when you feel like you are not getting the proper diagnosis or treatment. The main device in explaining these quandaries is the experiences that Dr. Groopman has had personally and with his patients, and even with some random people he just knows. I was particularly comforted that Dr. G had to see 5 (5!) different specialists to get the proper diagnosis and treatment for a chronic wrist pain. One of said specialists suggested an invasive exploratory surgery and that he would just "figure it out when he got in there." Excuse me? WTF?!
Dr. G's style is completely accessible, with only a few little sections of medical jargon. The fact that it is peppered with personal experiences makes it even more interesting.

From this book I learned the most important things in dealing with the Doctor are:
1. Like your Doctor. If you do not like your doctor, transfer to another immediately. Dislike breeds distrust. Twice I have had doctors criticize things about my life that are none of their business. I did not go back to see either one. First impressions with Doctors are the same as anybody else. If you don't like them immediately, chances are you won't ever like them at all. Just because they have a medical degree doesn't mean they are not an asshole.
2. Make sure your Doctor listens to you. I can't tell you the number of times I've been listing off symptoms and the doctor has been nodding aimlessly, not making eye contact, and "hmm"-ing vaguely. Said doctors usually made a diagnosis from previous charts and never really focused on what was happening in the present. This kind of attitude is how I got to a place where my intestine perforated. It is always helpful to make notes before the appointment, refer to said notes so you don't get off topic, and never leave until you are satisfied.
*It is very possible that the doctor is not listening because he/she has a legitimate issue on his/her mind. It is also perfectly OK to point this out. "You seem a little distracted. Should we reschedule for another time when you can be more focused?" Sure it would be a pain to reschedule, but I would rather have undivided attention later, than distraction now. I had an appointment once where the doctor had clearly just come from a very distressing moment. Subsequently I felt blown off because it was clear she wasn't listening. I wish I had said something then, because I just ended up making an appointment with someone else anyway.
3. Ask questions that will lead you both to the correct answer. If you feel like your appointment is giving you unsatisfactory answers, then ask more questions. "Could it be ___? If not, why?" Again, if you can make a list of questions before the appointment and refer to it.

Back in the Blogging Saddle Again

Dearest Blog,
I have not posted to this blog since Nov. 12th 2007.
Little Blog-I am sorry.
I will not bore you with the excuses, I was busy-enough said.
Won't happen again.

Love,
ElizaB

P.S I know you are jealous of Ravelry. I will make time for both of you-I promise.