April

It’s the 18th of April and I have been through the mill. Covid was bad but at least I didn’t die

I am only now starting to knit again. My hands wouldn’t let me do it

Covid

I tested positive yesterday and wasn’t surprised. I felt it.

I takes a worldwide pandemic for me to get New Years Eve off.

So far it feels like a cold- prickly lungs and stuffy nose and MASSIVE headache. Body aches are an everyday thing but may be worse.

I feel pretty awful

Trying

Maybe I can keep knitting a little at a time

DressForm

Haven’t named her yet. Once I got her adjusted I gave her a big hug. 

Had to dress her.

Racheal and Liam

I made hats with big pom-poms for these two beauties

Dummy

I ordered a dress form today and a couple patterns. I have always wanted a dress dummy but now it’s probably one of those too little too late things.

I am almost unable to knit anymore. It breaks my heart because I loved it so much.

I have been sad lately- sadder than usual. I feel like it’s the time of year and bad anniversaries and COVID. I do think being able to make a good costume would cheer me up. And I love to sew! 

Maybe I can still do that 

Hands

And my shoulder

Both have made me slow down my knitting 

I don’t do much of anything 

I am taking up sleeping instead 

Barkers

 Hats for the shop working on the Warlock

That You Rona?

Temp of 102.5 and I am nauseous as hell

Waiting at the 31st and Garnett for my COVID test

Arthur-Itis

I knew my hands would start acting up. But September 8th I pulled the covers over me in bed and  probably tore my  right rotator cuff. That hurts almost as much as my gall bladder in 2002. The shoulder, down down down to my forearm. My neck. 

And then I had a root canal.

Idiot. 

Oh well!

Red And White

There it is

Argyle

I love this pattern and found a little easier way to learn it. I love knitting so much! My hands really start to bother me on decreases but I will do it as long as I can. 

Rib Stitch

Working on the same pale purple yarn in a hopefully bigger hat. 

Stabbing headache in my forehead over my left eye and it makes me think oh jeez I bet it’s a stroke. But I am knitting ok so...maybe not.

This time. LOL

Stunned

Brett Cathey died yesterday at 44.  I can’t wrap my head around it.

Life just sucks.

Lavender and Pale Pink

Sounds better than it looks.

Funny

I have been fiddling around with a hat and it’s slow going. The old man turned on the overhead light as if to help but then just kept casting an irritated look at the lamp. Finally I say hey just turn it off the glare is killing me. He thought I meant the glare of the lights. I meant his glare. Lol!!!

He has a pathological dislike of me knitting. Sit there tying knots. Ha!

I have been abnormally tired lately. There is nothing good on TV my days off so I just sleep all the time. I am social distancing from myself. 

Retired

I am giving my obsession a break. I overdid it on lockdown and feel like I pretty much burned myself out. 

Until better times!

Friday

And I knitted a row or two on this cabled hat

Better?

I don’t know if I am the only person in the world who tries to figure out what caused their misery or not but I had a running list of what could have gotten me into this fix. The top contenders were old age and hard work. There quickly followed things like... my shoes. My belt. My sedentary three months followed by work. You name it. 

And I haven’t been knitting since I came back to gainful employment. Only thing I have done is learn how to knit an icord. Fun fun!

But for now I am better. Fingers crossed.

But Fancy misses me

Regular (Warning: TMI)

This morning I could feel the normal pain in my left side. Hadn’t registered in a week. Over a week. I can stand up straight and limping on the left like old times.

This has been a rollercoaster of pain. Getting up the stairs after work? Epic! Never have I felt so bad, shaking and sweating Ike some kind of hype. All because of the pain. No meds would touch it. And my bladder? I have got to start wearing a diaper if this doesn’t clear up. Rolling over in bed and it’s pee everywhere! 

Self diagnosing is like being your own lawyer. 

But do you go to the doctor for everything? Every twinge??

Ah Grace. I miss you already. Our last words were I love you. And I did love her. If I can hobble to her viewing I will. 

She meant so much to me. I am afraid I can’t say goodbye to her today. 

This has fer sher been TMI but it’s been a real revelation to me. I was used to the pain on my left side and couldn’t even fathom what was going on.

And worse? I haven’t touched my knitting in a week. There’s something about it that I have to not be in agony to do it I guess.