WIPS update April 2023

I've had quite the busy 1st quarter, but I did have some travel time and that means knitting. 

I've started on a vest for my husband using scraps from a Knitted Wit grab bag of DK minis from a few years back, and it is so addicting to knit on! 

I've also been working on some OMG socks in Woolens and Nosh in the colorway "I've brought you Flowers".

My travel knitting to our AAO conference in Colorado was two-at-a-time socks out of a Sweet Georgia Yarns sock blank. 

Hope everyone is doing well! 

-ZT

Gardening Update April 2023

I've really been getting into gardening recently, and as the days are getting warmer, the itch to plant delicious things for my family has grown stronger. I'm trying to use this as a way to document what I've done so far, so that I don't accidentally dig up the potato bed like I did last year...(oops), or halfway through the season, turn to my husband and say "Huh...what is this plant? Did we plant this?!"

Bed #1 has a TON of spring onions. I lopped off the early seed buds and ate them with eggs. The rest I'm letting grow for the many scallion pancakes I'm hoping to cook this spring/summer. 

Bed #2, I planted some arugula, which has just started to sprout. I have been lazy and haven't dug out the plant labels yet, so I stuck some sticks at the head of the row to show these rows were intentional.

I did plant some potatoes, and put some dead grass on top for mulching. 

I also sowed some arugula into a pot (so I could use up a seed packet), which I will likely need to thin soon. 

I planted some garlic, which I sprouted with water. I am hopeful these will do well. 

Thyme from last year overwintered and came back! Most of the other herbs did not make it. The mint did, as well as lavender, though: 

WIPS update- Jan 2023

Hi All! I made an audio recording (with some side commentary) of the post below. Check it out!

Happy New Year, everyone!

It is truly hard to believe it is 2023 already- every time my credit card company sends me an updated credit card, I look at the expiration date and think to myself, "Wow, I wonder what things will be like in that far-off year?" Well, the future is here.

Last month, I had listed my WIPS, partly in frustration of how many I had. Today, I will update what I have accomplished, and share my plans for what I would like to do next.

WIPS from last month:

• Quaere fiber/queen city yarns socks for me (1 sock done, working on sock #2) Still working on these socks, as they got misplaced in my travel backpack between Christmas break and New Years. I did turn the heel on the 2nd sock, and now am working on the cuff.
• Lollipop yarn sock (probably for P, might be for father-in-law or my dad) Finished! I focused a lot of travel time on these socks, and finished them in time for my Dad to wear them on Christmas Day, just in time for Florida to be in the 20's. As in, 27 degrees Fahrenheit on the beach. Good timing, right?
• two-at-a-time sweet george gradient socks from a sock blank (both at the instep, about to get to the heel) I turned the heel yesterday for both socks! I knit about an inch on each, and then turned the heels. Now am working on the cuffs.
• socks for me from souvenir yarn from Buffalo, NY, when P and I visited Niagara Falls in 2021. I devoted some time to working on these socks last weekend when we visited my in-laws for New Years. I finished the first sock, cast on the second sock, and finished the toe increases. This sock is now going to be my car knitting for a while until I can get to the heel.
• Sweater for P (Flax Sweater)- one sleeve down to decreases for the cuff. Finished! I tried working on this on car rides to my in-laws, and it was really hard- the bumpy road kept jerking my neck, resulting in neck spasms. Since I devoted the plane ride to Florida/New Orleans to Dad's socks, I worked on it on the way back from New Orleans/Florida, and completed it December 30th, just in time for P to wear it to my in-laws' house for New Years Day fondue. My father in-law in particular admired the sweater quite a bit.
• Sweater for me, in fingering weight yarn- V neck tee (probably going to try to make this either a cardigan or a long-sleeved top) Not much love on this yet, since I was working on P's sweater. I'm intending on picking it back up soon.
• Sweater for me, in fingering weight/handspun. Update to add that this sweater was designed by Bad Wolf Girl Knits, and is called the Frozen Fractals sweater. I've casted it on, and did 2 rows of ribbing on the neckline so far.
• handspun blanket I did work on this for a few rows, when the socks were not in a place for me to pick and and put down during one night of playing Spiritfarer: Farewell Edition video game with P. It is starting to get heavy, so I need to start using a lapdesk for me to avoid straining my forearms. I did wash and prep an 8 oz bobbin of handspun for the blanket over Christmas break, which is kind of like working on it?

Additional Updates:

I started the enormous task of re-organizing the living room and my crafting room, and while it is still early days yet, one of the more signficant things I did was to move my orange fuzzy dish chair to the crafting room, so that I would have a lounging chair where I could knit or read or just hang out in my little oasis. In order to make room, I cleaned out a black 9-grid, and we move that downstairs to house all of the board games that no longer work for P and our current lifestyle. The rearrangement has already paid off in that while I was sitting in the craft room contemplating what to do next, I started looking at some of the projects on my 9-grid, and decided to frog my worsted weight shawl WIP, which was a mystery knit along with Alana Dakos of Never Not Knitting in either 2017 or 2018. I finished clue 2 or 3, and then just got stuck when life got busy. While I am not against a worsted weight shawl, I have plenty of other shawls and would rather put the time, yarn, and energy into a worsted weight sweater at this time. So I did cast on for a Brick Sweater, which I had been thinking about making for a while, since hearing about it from Dr. Gemma of the Cogknitive Podcast. I'm not sure at this time if the sweater is for me or P (we have the same width in shoulders, but he has a bigger belly and much longer torso.), but we will see as time goes by. If it is a quick knit, I might make the first one for me as an experiment and an additional one for him that fits him better. I also have gorgeous DK weight yarn we picked up at Around the Table Yarns with which I'm thinking about making him a vest. Many Plans!

In all seriousness, I had a pretty hard week at work, (several 13 hour work days), so Saturday I just chilled at home, spent most of the day resting on the recliner, watching YouTube and working on projects. I opted out of playing board games with P and his friends. It was very relaxing, but at the same time, it made me realize for the first time just truly how many WIPS I had. I'm hoping to decrease the numbers for a bit, and focusing my attention on finishing things this year. (Yes, I know, I just cast on for another sweater with plans for 1-2 more, but planning for more intentionally finishing things before starting more.)

Thus, I spent some time and hand-wrote out a list of WIPS that were active, just scattered around my chair, and it was so helpful to see how many projects I already had in place, and made me certainly second guess starting the vest and the Brick at the same time. I had all this startitis energy because I had finished a few things, but this exercise helped remind me to pull back on the reins a little bit, and devote some of my energy to those things I've already started.

I think my theme this year is going to be Intentionality. What about you? With love and respect, Z

WIPS

Quick check-in, as work as been insane. My boss is about to be my underling in less than 10 days. We are all a little stressed around here. P and I are trying for a baby, and we are going to visit the fertility doctor in 2 weeks. Hopefully, she will have more productive things to say than just "exercise, lose weight, and get on Metformin." I feel like the theme of the last few months has been "too much to do and so little time." My craft room is migrating, one skein and one bump of fiber at time, down to the living room, where most of the fiber activities happen. The craft room is where I make my cards, in the occasion that I have to make cards, and where most of the supplies are stored. But I feel like I have so little time with P, my husband, that I would rather craft in the living room, so that we can have a peaceful coexistence, ignoring each other but basking in each other's presence. Of course, this is also Advent season, and all of the boxes are flowing in from various fiber companies, and I am perplexed, as I have already forgotten what I ordered in June. I almost submitted another order for a Sweet Georgia advent, until my subconscious reminded me that I perhaps may have already purchased one. In terms of WIPS (and this is just what I am currently working on): 

 - Quaere fiber/queen city yarns socks for me (1 sock done, working on sock #2)

 - Lollipop yarn sock (probably for P, might be for father-in-law or my dad) - two-at-a-time sweet george gradient socks from a sock blank (both at the instep, about to get to the heel)

 - socks for me from souvenir yarn from Buffalo, NY, when P and I visited Niagara Falls in 2021 

- Sweater for P (Flax Sweater)- one sleeve down to decreases for the cuff. 

- Sweater for me, in fingering weight yarn- V neck tee (probably going to try to make this either a cardigan or a long-sleeved top) 

- Sweater for me, in fingering weight/handspun

 - handspun blanket I have so many WIPS stashed in the yarn room, that I need to start working on them.

 We cleared out a section of the room to move a 9-grid shelf, and I found more WIPS. Oy. I don't want to frog any of them, not yet. I just need to designate more time to knitting, I suppose, or at least be more mindful about what I buy and what I use. Hope everyone is doing well, and having a good start to their holiday season.

Return of the Knitting Mojo!

I've been working on socks here and there and started some sweaters, but all of the sudden this fall, after a certain nuptial event, I started wanted to make all of the things. Partially because I don't have to worry about the Boyfriend Sweater Curse, and partially because now I don't have to do wedding prep/planning anymore! I should get started on thank you notes... Between knitting for DH, replenishing my sock stash after the Unfortunate Great Apartment Flood of 2018, and knitting for my new baby cousin, I've got startitis. So here is the list of what I'm starting/knitting/finishing/working on: Socks for Peter, out of sock yarn that we picked up while we were on vacation in Buffalo, NY/Niagara Falls a Baby Sweater out of White Birth Fiber Arts (Wee Envelope, by Ysolda Teague), for my baby cousin Rex

Socks for me in Beyond the Pines Socks for Peter out of Quaere Fibres, Heirloom Carrots colorway (these were initially meant to be socks for me, but I ended up getting too large of a gauge, and they seem to fit Peter perfectly in the foot so far.)

Socks out of yarn I got for Christmas, in sweet georgia yarn, in a double knit sock blank

I am also starting a sweater for Peter in Fibra Natura LIMA yarn that I've had from Tuesday morning for a long time, and I'm knitting the Tin Can Knits Flax Sweater I also want to work on a couple of patterns for me: the Ripple Bralette and the Shelley Top. I'm trying to get as much done and clear the needles as much as possible, since Jan 1st will be the start of the ZK (Zombie Knitpocalypse) knitalong, and I want to participate as much as I can.

covid diaries 3/27/2020

I'm listening to a recording of the Cleveland Clinic Lerner school of medicine's daily town halls, which have been thoughtful and insightful. As residents, my co-resident were somehow inadvertently added to the call, which I appreciate to some degree. Although most of what they are discussing are medical school matters that do not pertain to me, I wish our GME would do something of the same. It is nice to have someone in charge, in a position of authority speak with confidence and knowledge (they were aware of all the recent drama with early graduations from Columbia, NYU and Einstein College of Medicine).


At some point during the call, they asked for students to record their insights and experiences, and it occurred to me that I have my own platform to be able to do that. This blog has seen my journey through residency training, learning to be a skilled knitter, and now, COVID19.


So, for my own edification and perhaps others, I will return to blogging my experiences again. (I had stopped due to boy drama and just the hectic nature of training.) It does feel good to record my experiences again, and be able to share my personal experience with others. (I suppose this is where legally I state that my experiences and opinions are my own and not reflective of my employers/overlords.)

Yesterday was the first day that I had an actual full schedule of patients. It was a bit hectic, but mostly soul-nourishing to be able to connect with my patients and help them. I still felt a bit limited, since I longed to reach out and be able to actually touch my patients, do OMT to help their pain, and comfort them, but I knew that keeping them safe was the best option at this time.

It felt good to reconnect my identity as a physician and do actual good work. In the last couple of weeks, there were so many things cancelled (board exams, conferences, trips), that it was good finally to have a schedule again, if only for a day.

Later in the day, I had a patient come in (the "essential visits" includes a clause for severe symptoms, and the patient had severe pain). We were able to do an injection for his shoulder, and I was glad we were able to help him. But it certainly made me nervous and anxious that I had to clean myself obsessively afterwards so that I didn't bring anything back with me to my apartment building. After seeing this picture of myself, I put hand sanitizer all around my neck and upper chest before I left for the day. While I don't suspect him to have COVID19, it was still a way to help me feel less exposed and hopefully prevent me from bringing more germs home.

My bosses are asking me if I would be willing to sign up for screening COVID patients or working in the inpatient wards if they need more people. I said yes. I want to help. But I am also terrified. It has been over a year since I've worked the inpatient wards. I don't want to mess anything up. I'm grateful that I've been doing boards studying, which has been helping me to refresh my memory, but I am still mostly an outpatient provider. I don't know how much good I will do, but I am willing to try. This is the life that I signed up for, to make a difference, one patient at a time, using my skills and knowledge. I am scared to catch COVID19. I am scared that I will transmit the disease to my loved ones or those that I don't know. I am scared that I will not be able to take care of patients to the best of my ability, or be a liability to my team. But I know that I can continue. I will do better than the average person on the street. I have been trained, these last 4 years, to do good, to work in many different high stress environments. This is my final exam. This is our collective exam, our graduating class of 2020. We came in epically, a group of fresh, wide-eyed, bushy-tailed interns, ready to tackle the challenges of residency. We bonded over late nights, challenging patients, the pager that  just.won't.stop.ringing, those 4AM calls about normal potassiums and sepsis alerts that were 6 hours old. We supported each other through patient deaths, injust blame, and our own personal lives: marriages, pregnancies, births,  illnesses, family member illnesses and deaths, and so much more. We've learned and grown up together, and transitioned into confident physicians.

I don't know what the future will hold. I don't know what the next day, week, or month may hold. But I know that I am resilient, agile, and strong. That is how I was trained. We'll see what the days ahead shall bring. 



Random Aside Bonus: Paying it Back

November has started, and with it, my month of Pediatric ER at one of the other community hospitals. It is one of the larger hospitals in the system, and one of the only hospitals with a pediatric ER. I was very nervous when I started, because I thought I wouldn't know anything, and be in the staff's way the entire time, but to my surprise, I have learned something in the last year and a half, and I find myself with at least half a clue about the assessment and plan of most patients. Sometimes, it is only one-fourth of a clue. Sometimes, especially on musculoskeletal issues, I know more than the attendings do.

Every shift seems to have a theme, and today's was psych day.  Every child seemed to come in with some sort of psychiatric complaint.  Each of the attendings and PAs had at least one psych case to deal with, and now it was my turn. The patient was in his late teens and had been brought to the ED by his frantic mother because his high school counselor stated that he had suicidal ideations. When I saw the patient initially, he refused to talk. Every question was a one-word answer. Finally, I politely asked his mother to step out of the room, and suddenly, the words started pouring out. His parents wanted him to pursue a field he hated, but they would be the ones paying his tuition. He didn't want to disappoint them, but he couldn't imagine a life stuck in middle management in a white collar job.
His peers at school hated him for being weird. His teachers didn't like him because he didn't pay attention. High school was "a prison" to which he was forced to endure on a daily basis 5 days out of the week. He wanted something more, something different, but there seemed to be no way out.

I saw this patient, and in him, I saw 15-year-old me. I didn't fit in and I had few friends.My low self-esteem was reinforced by the fact that I was almost never invited to outings or gatherings.  I thought that my parents hated me and I hated them. I wanted to escape from parents' goals and aspirations, and I wanted to be a success without their input. High school was one of the most dreaded times of my life. And yet, ten years later, here I was. Face to face with the ghost of Christmas Past.

Today, I was able to tell this boy-man that he will be okay. That this agony will pass, and one day, he will be happy. That high school sucks, but it is better on the other side. I looked him in the eyes, as I wished some adult would have done with me, and told him that he was worthy and that he would eventually be able to become the person he wants to be. It won't be easy, but with enough hard work and determination, he will eventually escape from the darkness and depression and find his way to the light. Find people who will like him for who he is, and be amazed at the talents he brings.

 This patient was one of too many to count today that I saw during this shift, but it may be the one that matters most. The long nights of work and study, the anxiety of exams and practicals were all towards this goal. To reach people who really need it, and offer an hand towards recovery.

This is why I am a doctor.