I love that A Cautionary Tale – it always brings to mind Pierre, the Boy Who Didn’t Care in Five Chapters and a Prologue. (Maurice Sendak)
This morning, I was working on some two color stash-buster mittens, and using two circular, one short 16″ and one long, probably about 32″.
I decided I needed to pull out the longer needle for some correcting and somehow the long cable flopped around in such a way that it flew at my eye. Ouch, no big deal. Then when I went to put my contacts in I saw this:
Really, what kind of klutz gives herself what I now know is called a subconjunctival hemorrhage? Do I need to wear safety glasses when knitting? This evening when my husband saw it, he convinced me to at least call the Care Line. Uh, yeah. Nurse Michelle? How did I do this? It’s a little hard to explain. I kinda sorta poked myself in the eye with a knitting needle. Perhaps this is payback for those times when I wish I could poke someone else in the eye with a knitting needle. (Knitting in meetings can bring this on.) Or perhaps it’s related to that phrase a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. Anyway, unless the red spreads, it’s no big deal and yes, I can put my contacts in. So remember, be careful out there.