Add-on

I am better but I think there's still reason enough to go in tomorrow and take my old labwork to see if any of this is linked. I read pancreatitis with wariness just now......we'll see. I have survived and everything is. That's all. Everything is.

Still Leaking

I am still sick. I am supposed to try the witch doctor remedies until tomorrow when I go to the Saturday clinic. I can imagine how that goes. Ugh.
Haven't knitted. I may forget how!!!

Sick AGAIN

WTF!?!?!? I am sick again, same old diarrhea and puking. I slept almost nonstop from about 4 yesterday until 10 today, if you can call rolling around trying to get cool or warm up sleeping. I have begun to fear it's the well water up in MO. I don't know but it's going to kill me. I hope I can survive. I can't keep anything down. Or in. I am going to have to send Bug on errands and that's never good. I haven't picked up my knitting since Tuesday! Scandal!

Wednesday Whining

I hate waking up and feeling bad. I am going back to bed and get some real sleep as I tossed and turned all night long. I have a lot of gut pain and quease going on. WHY? WHY? I don't know but I suppose it might have to do with a lot of fruit, cantaloupe and cherries, peaches and plums. I might have to just go back to bed.

Not Ready

I have some serious crap to do today and I don't really want to put on clothes but I suppose I will. And the scarf I'm having trouble with is remaining that. A pain in the ass. I am now going to try a rib and cable stitch that I saw online and looks easy, what I tried to do with cables before I knew what I was doing.
Working on the thumb of pink mitten #1. You just have to take it a step at a time. This is just how I learn anything, on my own from TV.

Ready!

I am waddling around thinking about what preparations need to be made for me to make it to work. ALL of them...eeew.
I made a little hot pink hat, covered in cables with a rib stitch brim, and a pom pom on top for a girl at work who's got a new grandbaby. Trying..trying..to make mittens. I feel it's not so much as I'm stupid as I haven't stumbled across the right pattern. I think I can fake several together.
I am enjoying the double pointed needles, though. The problem is I'm no good at knowing what size my unmarked needles are and if I can make a proper gauge swatch. Ugh. One thing at a time. Not long ago I looked at stitch markers, double pointed needles and cables as out of my realm of capability. Now, easy breezy.

The Megrims

I don't know where I heard the term "summer megrims" but for years I've used to for describing sick in July. My summer megrims have involved my stomach going batshit on me, though 'megrim' is actually a migraine. I may have heard that from my mom. Her mother was born in 1896 so Victoria was still alive and well in those days.
I am up early, having destroyed my latest attempt at Justin's scarf..I mean, DAMN I just can't get it right. I am trying some different things. a garter stitch border and stockinet field, with some random squares going along. Then I'm hoping to incorporate some cables, a narrow one, or series of them. Jeez I am really trying hard. I hope I stumble across something I can live with.
I think we're going to Poteau today so I can knit in the car. Sad!
Sometimes I feel like I'm extra stupid and sloppy, but I'm doing better than I was six months ago. It's already so much easier- my ability to fix small mistakes has grown, and now I can look at the fabric and know whether to knit or purl. See? I'm an idiot. I think I would have benefitted from someone who knits being around.
Isn't it odd that crochet hooks are mandatory in knitting- and yet crochet never needs a knitting needle. (Shaking head slowly) Hm.
I need to get busy, though there is a cat on my lap- one named Thelma Lou, and she is being nice for once.

OK Chloe

So far it seems that all my fuzzy children are doing well now. Thelma is sleeping on my lap purring right now. She is sweet- but all claws and paws sometimes. I am tired, ready for bed so I can get up early and go to the Farmer's Market in Broken Arrow. It opens at 8 and it's already past two. I am finally winding down from the night at work. I am yawning a little and I guess it's time to get some rest so I can get homegrown tomatoes, which I plan to eat half a bushel of!

WTF!

What next? What more can go wrong? Chloe is sick, puking and lying around. I am worried sick- as well as just clearing a bad bug myself. I still feel yucko, had 1/2 a turkey sandwich yesterday and that's it. I still feel like part of my gut might explode but on the mend, at least. More than I can say for my little dog. She's drinking water but not eating. If she doesn't shape up today she's going to the vet. I am not going to sit around and worry about her. I love her too much.
Otis is fine and furry, trying to slink into my sewing room which is MAJOR off limits to all animals and maybe Bug too.

Yarn!

Mom has gotten me a dozen skeins of yarn, or thread as we call it! She got it on sale for $2 and I will be stocked up for a while- yay! I love my mom. She is the most thoughtful person I've ever known and I feel lucky to have her. Especially when we look at the kind of illnesses she's had. The last appendix thing was touch and go for awhile. No one ever likes you as much as your mom!
She has always encouraged me in my hobbies- and now that I'm trying really hard to knit better it's even impressing her a bit. Cables! Easy and amazing!
I do have a long way to go. My work is still lumpy and haphazard, but I will keep trying. It's vastly rewarding to create something useful and pretty. I like doing it. I realize it keeps me from smoking, eating and gambling. Three of of my favorite things. So I better keep at it.

DPN

DPN means double pointed needles, and I bought a set of 4- though they come in sets of 5 which WalMart didn't have. I was pretty much thinking that I'd never need them but they were three bucks and you never know....so I decided to give them a try and made a stocking hat for Heather's birthday. It would have been better had I realized my circular needles are a bit big. It's hard to tell what diameter they are because I've had to whittle them down since Chloe chewed them. I enjoyed making the glove that's finished, though I still have no idea how to make a thumb. I learn something new every day.
I have been sick all night, gut issues that are too gross to detail. No puking, but I'm nauseous and I've had the runs half a dozen times. Yuck.
I don't even feel like knitting, and there's so much I need to get done. I just want to get back in bed and sleep until I feel human.

Day at the Clinic

Took Otis to the vet today- and who knows how he'll deal with being kept there, my dear timid little boy. He was down to about 17 pounds, dehydrated, we expect him to need surgery. They'll do x-rays and possibly exploratory to see what he's ingested. My sewing room s off limits to everyone but me or others who wont eat things like string and rubber bands, bits of tulle and yarn. God, Otis! I am so worried, sick with anxiety. I work today, so I don't know if it's good or bad that I'll have to think of something else...probably good. No one slept last night, what with all the barfing and worries.

Sick Otis

I love my cats, but right now I wish I'd never met them. Otis is sick, I have the feeling he has an intestinal blockage. I am planning on taking him to the vet if one more symptom rises, and of course I'm worried sick. This hasn't been a good year for me and animals. Dandy is missing, Otis is puking and I am knitting.
I don't even feel like talking about the endless cable experiments to try and get the scarves for Miranda's babies done. I am no pro, for sure. I pretty much suck! And as an animal parent I don't think I'm much better.

Post-Surgery

Well. Chloe at least seems to be doing well. I am not sure how to express what's been going on in my head the last couple days. Probably better left unsaid, un-articulated. What could it help? Even getting it off my chest wont do much good. So! Fake it til you make it.

Chloe

Took Chloe in to be spade. I love that little dog, she is so smart and sweet. Can't wait to get her home.
The wait to go fetch her has been endless, despite the riveting Wimbledon action going on. The match between Andy Roddick and Hewitt has been amazing. Hewitt is quite the old man, in tennis terms. In tennis terms someone my age would be dead, no good even for doubles. It took me some time to grow into Hewitt, but I now like him. I hope Andy wins though. I'd like to see an American do well in the tournament.
Yeah so I'm still waiting for the call, thinking about my dear, sweet little dog. She likes to sleep on the couch with me, she snuggles against my legs and snores, and hates to be disturbed when she is napping. We couldn't feed her after 10pm last night and she probably wont be hungry when we do get her home.
I have been truly blessed with good animals. Dandy is sleeping right next to my chair as I write, the cats keep each other and me entertained. And Black is one of the best dogs, the last link to Spice. Now if I can just get my little Chloe-bell home I'll be happy.
Knitting....well, I've been knitting non-stop. I suppose it helps. Learning to keep my stitches even on the round, rib stitch. Working on a beige hat for my boss.
Phone just rang, Chloe is done, I am on my way.