I woke up feeling much better today than yesterday. I didn’t exactly bounce out of bed filled with joie-de-vivre, but I slept well (when I sleep on my good ear I sleep through Finn’s chatter) and that made a big difference.
For some unknown reason, though, I feel really chucky. Not good, given that I had breakfast not long ago.
I have pills for nausea, so I’ve taken one but, bugger!
This will be something to look into when the dog jumpers are done.
I’d probably go for sticking with the smaller stuff - scarves, hats, gloves, socks (although they’re not mentioned), baby stuff.
It’s actually a bit small for Indi. The one I’m working on now is in a size that should fit Emmylou - although it’s for the puppy farm dogs, not Lulu.
Although I’m doing Very Well in recovery stakes, there are times when I feel positively awful and today feels like it might be one of them. It all goes back, I think, to a poor night’s sleep.
It’s on days like this that the after effects of the tumour have their way with me. The tinnitus is really loud and jarring. My neck is very stiff. And I have a constant sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that won’t budge - a bit like constant anxiety.
There’s nothing to be done about any of it other than eating and drinking as normal (although I don’t feel like it), keeping myself moving and being gentle with myself. And the temptation to dive into the well of self-pity is to be avoided at all costs.
I try to focus on the thought that it will get better and that days like this are an incentive to take good care of myself, since that’s the only way to avoid them.
End of whinge.
This is based on a pattern from Knitty. The yarn is a Cleckheaton Cotton Slub that I bought on eBay a while ago. I’ve got enough left to knit a matching one for Finn.
I finished this last night. It’s a size 4 so it’s quite long, but that’s fine.
It was difficult to get the photo because I had to separate my model from his bear
He’s also finally able to wear some socks I knitted him a while ago
The Mavis came over yesterday, stayed the night and has just gone home. It’s the most time I’ve spent with her in years and certainly the most time she’s spent at my house.
It was lovely in lots of ways. We don’t often get time to just sit and talk about stuff and we had plenty of that.
She did some housework. This was also lovely, but I felt a bit of a slackarse sitting around while my 77 year old mother vacuumed, dusted and spot cleaned the carpet. Then again, I couldn’t have done it at the moment and it was lovely to have it done for me and for Mark not to have to do it.
It was great to have her here, but I’m glad she’s gone home. My head is buzzing from all the talking and doing and thinking. Some quiet time is now much needed.
Here’s the dear modelling the Clapotis:
I finished the last of my sister’s Clapotis last night and here it is:
It’s really hard to do the colours justice in the photos.
I’m pretty pleased with it and will knit a version for myself - when I’m done with the 6 million other projects I want to do.
The Mavis reckons I should put a fringe on it, but I’ll think about it. I’ve got 3 weeks before Andy’s party, so plenty of time to decide.
