With the Alanis Morisette song playing in the background..................... My post today is all about irony.
Just over a year ago, I tore a ligament in my knee. I spent the best part of a year rehabbing my knee and going through a reconstruction of my ligament. The main reason was so that I could enjoy things like skiing and netball again. In late November, my lovely physios gave me the OK to play netball (missed the last game of the season, but looking forward to the new season in Jan) and to go skiing. So I booked us on a skiing holiday in March. What's ironic, is that I find out I'm pregnant a week later. So no skiing for me. What on earth am I going to do on ski resort for a week? I guess I'll just have to knit. I also had to pay extra to Ryan Air so that I could bring skis. I'm going to have to replace that with yarn and more yarn and needles and my laptop and a boxful of DVDs and books. How's that for ironic. (ps - if anyone knows of good yarn stores in Salzburg, please let me know!)
More irony? I usually prefer to let minor illness run it's course without too much medication. (I didn't want painkillers after my knee nursery, but the nurses insisted I had them. I wasn't in that much pain, so I refused!) But anyway, I've got a BAD cold at the moment, so bad that if it was hubby with the cold, it would be manflu, bordering on man-pneumonia. I'm so congested that my head feels heavy and clogged up. I've got a hacking chesty cough. The one time I think,"Hmm some drugs would be good".... I can't bloody take any!!!! Most medications would be bad for the baby. I'm just suffering in silence.
I do have some knitting to show, I'm feeling a bit uninspired so i'll leave it for another day.