The Footless Man has been in to the prosthetist today for the first fitting of his new socket. It seems that even the best prostheitist has times when things just aren't working and the Footless Man's prosthetic was past tinkering grinding and playing games with socks.
The two of them were working on the basics of fit and I was sitting and watching as the Footless Man stood, leaned, pushed walked and did his best to get the test socket to give him a problem.
This is the shorter leg and so the prosthitist has some problems getting a fit that doesn't cause pressure and pain somewhere in the socket.
I sat and watched and began designing a prosthetic sock in my head with a graduated level of thickness and parts where the bones are close to the surface that would need thinner yarn and parts surrounding that where you need thicker yarn. Of course they need to be knitted in the round and how are you going to get it to do all the things you need while knitting in the round? How about slip stitching for the thicker parts?
Inspite of the fact that much of my knitting output is socks, I never knitted socks for the Footless Man. Actually I did. I had a single sock on the needles for him when his remaining foot broke down and he chose to have it amputated.
I see no point in knitting a sock for a prosthetic foot, so the five inches of top languished for about three months until my best friend's pre birthday month. Then in a spirit of lemonade from lemons I made her her a pair of socks with solid navy blue tops and varigated feet.
Meanwhile I think that as soon as the new socket needs an extra sock I am going to start knitting and see what I come up with.
The Footless Man told me that he doesn't like having his picture taken. I told him that someday all I would have of him is pictures, so suck it up and deal.
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