My niece, with whom I'm living, just got the official word that she has pink eye. Insert paranoid scream here. According to the doctor she'll be contagious for the next two days. This means that we'll be isolated from each other for the next few days. I can find humor in this since we just had a lengthy conversation with each other from the relative safety of our rooms. Imagine the two of us yelling across the house to each other. The neighbors must think we're insane.
I've sent an email to my transplant nurse to see what further precautions the team wants me to take, if any. On the cat front, there appears to be a lack of squiggly little parasites, so I'm going to assume that the shots worked.
I'm currently working on a knitting project for myself and it's making me feel like Sisyphus. The whole project should have taken less than a week and yet it keeps dragging on due to mistakes on my part. I keep getting to the same point and having to rip back an inch almost daily. This morning I was feeling pretty smug about being almost done when I noticed a dropped stitch that was slowly unraveling down the side of the hat. Now I have to fix it. Grrrrr. At least I'll have something to do while I'm on lock down.