For the past week I have only been able to stay warm sporadically - it confuses me as I have always run hotter than most people. Really a bad quality in a knitter, but handy in the winter.
Well, I've turned on the heat, I'm wearing (commercial, forgive me) merino and a pair of mitts and I'm about to put my scarf back on. I'm wearing SOCKS, which is, I assure you, unusual. Cotton ones, as that's what I have. But still.
I can feel the heat from the vent on my legs, but it doesn't seem to reach the inside of me and I've been like this for days. I'm considering long johns.
Human physiology is a mystery.
I read Complications this week, which wasn't bad. Of the several medical insider books I've read this one went less for excess and drama and more for a personal discussion of the problem of balancing human frailty and the need to learn against the need to treat effectively, and admits the educated guessing game that medicine can be. Every doc I've ever known socially is pretty upfront about that side of the profession - it is only the non-practitioner who thinks in terms of 'saving lives', in black and white, of easy answers. The chapter on understanding pain has stayed with me - we think of pain as such a one-to-one thing - hammer plus thumb equals OW. But chronic back pain is rising even as we culturally move further from physical work and it seems to be linked to declining job satisfaction, among other things. It is all in your head is an insult, yes? Means you can't apply will, that you're hysterical, or weak or somehow morally tenuous. But the brain IS where we feel. And what's in there is real, even if it isn't triggered by what we imagine, by the concrete. Try and realign the way you think about it - go on. It's a very interesting exercise in identifying your own mental prejudices.
I think I'm going to try to apply this idea to my frozen fingers and next month's menstrual cramps. I wonder if I can lesson the impact with my mind, think myself warm, think myself unwretched?
If you decide to read this, I warn you that the chapter on nausea was impossible to read without triggering that gut-churning, saliva-pooling precursor feeling. I had to alternate bits of the chapter on autopsy to keep my stomach in one place. Which, now that I think about it, is pretty funny.
Reknitting is going well - I have increased the needle size for the ribbing to match the body size. According to my swatch, this will go a long way toward making the skirt of the sweater look less tight and scant. I checked Ravelry and the only other version of this knit in Dream in Color pulls in as much as mine did. I mean, the sweater pulls in anyway, this is the fundamental nature of ribbing, so if you're shapely I think you might want to consider not going down a needle size anyway - for the body anyway - but it seems to especially pull in in this yarn. Which is extremely springy.
The swatch seems to have ever so subtly darkened after being washed, which I find odd, but attractive. I washed the ripped out skein last night (I do love the smell of wet wool) and I am looking forward to seeing if that's true of it as well.
When I decide about increasing, I'll let you know.
Making some tea. Then work.