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The 20th of March.

It’s probably going to be another short one, as there’s not much to report.

Mommy is fine today, as are all my muscles, so a gym visit would have been possible, but as I’m seeing Karen there tomorrow, I don’t want to be in pain. Still feeling a bizarre amount of chest pain/heartburn, so I’m going through Rennies like it’s my sole responsibility to keep them in business. Very frustrating.

This morning I typed up a blog post, which I’ve just realised is still in draft form. Never mind. Since then, I’ve been working on the jumper. I have to make sure I pay close attention because I fucked up the stitch count once already and it’s been a struggle to get it back on track. I really want this to be wearable when I finish. I’ve never made a proper item of clothing before!

The 21st of March.

I don’t know how things are with the chest wind today. I had porridge for breakfast in the hopes that maybe it would keep me full and stop it from setting in, but that didn’t really work because I started having the pain about eleven anyway. I did some googling and it could be bile related? I think I will see if it persists for a few more days and if it keeps going for a week I’ll get in touch with the liver team.

Back at the gym today! Karen showed me some stuff on the Synergy station, which was cool. I did some battle rope – as in, one rope, two arms. I’m not quite up to both simultaneously. Then I did this thing where I pull down on a rope that goes round on a loop which was good but also hard! Medicine ball next – hold it at the chest, push out, bring back in, above my head, back down, out in front again and twist from side to side. All slowly. And I did all of these in my chair so I can work these parts of my body without totally exhausting myself and causing myself pain. I also did some medicine ball deadlifts and yoga ball sit ups. Lastly (with Karen, anyway), I did some TRX squats and pull ups. It’s good to have stuff to do that isn’t just sitting on a machine.

That is what I did next – climbed the stairs and followed my circuit round. I was there for about two hours in total so I imagine I’ll feel it in all sorts of places tomorrow. I’m at the dental hospital in the afternoon so I hope I’m able to transfer between chairs without yelping.

Had lunch, then went upstairs to get changed because tonight I’m out at The Glee to see John Robins. Between food and more food, I managed to get a few more rounds of the jumper done. I’ve got about fifteen left and then I think I’m done so could be finishing it this weekend! Let’s hope it’s not a disaster.


The 18th of March.

I have felt really weirdly full since lunchtime, when I had a slice of Bruce Bogtrotter cake. It wasn’t big, but I still feel like I couldn’t eat another bite even though it was hours ago.

It hasn’t snowed at all today, but it’s been so cold that the snow from last night has yet to melt. I’ve been in the cat twosie all day, so not felt it at all.

Still in a lot of pain. Still waddling. Arms are not quite as bad as yesterday, but my bum muscles are really very unhappy. I’d thought I might be going back tomorrow but that doesn’t seem likely now, unless I make a miraculous recovery overnight.

Today I have finished the body of the jumper! I’m now doing the first sleeve, although it took a bit of head-scratching to decode the pattern because they don’t explain what you’re supposed to do very well. But I worked it out and hopefully they won’t take as long as the body. I’ll have to try my arms in them before they get attached because my arms are too long for a lot of jumpers.

I feel like I need to stretch by bending backwards but I don’t think I physically can.

The 19th of March.

Feeling better today, on all accounts. My stomach settled down about bedtime, and I can walk pretty normally again. Not everything is 100% fine, but much improved. I probably would have gone back to the gym, but Mommy has felt weird, as if she was feeling the after-effects of a sleeping tablet, all day, and didn’t trust her reactions to drive, which I understood. Plus it’s still pretty cold so I don’t mind staying inside.

I’ve been doing the sleeves of my jumper, since I wasn’t going anywhere. Bones, Riverdale (honestly so ridiculous – it’s like the writers never talk to each other at all), a bit of Hemlock Grove. One and a half sleeves done, half to go.

I think that’s all today! Just crochet and TV.

The 16th of March.

I have had a very productive day!

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then got back to my jumper until the post came. That’s because he brought my extra wool to finish the socks with (which Simply Crochet magazine have agreed to reimburse me for because of their misprint, hooray!) so then I got back to them.

After lunch, I went back to the gym got a rather longer session than Wednesday, and I’m sure I’m going to feel it tomorrow. I did tbf circuit Karen came up with, three sets of 12 reps on each machine, plus some floor work. I’ve discovered my lungs don’t like dumbbell crunches anymore.

I left just as the youths started to arrive after school, so I timed it well. Can’t be going in any later than I did today. And back at home, I have finished the socks! I am hoping this pattern will work in the future with other wools too. I’ve tried many in the past and none have worked, but finally I have had success.

The 17th of March.

I am in much pain. All of my muscles are sad. I am waddling like a penguin when I try to walk and that’s after overcoming the discomfort that comes from getting out of a chair.

It has snowed off and on all day, so Sadie and I made the call early doors to postpone our cake date this afternoon. That meant I could stay in my pyjamas until after breakfast, then I put on my knitted trousers and giant snuggly Zara jumper that sheds but is ever so cosy.

Once dressed, I spent the rest of my day crocheting the jumper. It is very tedious, but progress is being made. I think I could get to the end of the body by tonight, depending on how tired I get. I am really rather sleepy but it’s too late for caffeine now.

I watched some of the Scotland/Italy rugby, then when it was our turn, I decided to watch Guardians of the Galaxy 2 because I thought it would be more fun than watching Ireland thrash us. I was correct. I nearly cried when Yondu died, but was able to hold it together. I’m glad I’ve seen it, or I think I might have been very confused about some bits of Infinity War. I am Groot. 


The 14th of March.

Right, I’ve got my days and dates back in order.

This morning, I fixed the blog posts so they were correct, and wrote up yesterday. I think on Thursday I got involved with helping Mommy set up her phone and forgot to write anything. Nevermind!

Today was my trip to the gym for my induction. I met with Karen, the ex-weightlifter, and she’s quite extraordinary. Covered in tattoos, including her eyebrows, black braids, red lipstick and pink nails. We talked about my issues, and we did an analysis of my body composition using the BodiTrax system. That was really interesting – my metabolic age is 27, which surprised me, and I’m “under-exercised”, which didn’t. I have very little visceral fat, which is good, and I will benefit from gaining some muscle.

She had come up with a circuit for me, so we went round with me doing a set of 12 on each machine, then I went round again by myself. I’ll see her again next Wednesday, and go back in between. I’m excited to get stronger again.

This afternoon, I’ve been making the second sock, and have just run out of wool. Turns out that if your feet aren’t tiny, you need more than one ball of wool in the main colour. Bah.

The 15th of March.

My arms hurt today. They did not enjoy the bicep curls I did yesterday. My head hurts too, but that’s because I hit it on the edge of the worktop last night when I was getting cookies out of a cupboard.

My day has been rather crochet-based. This morning, while Mommy was out, I watched How to Get Away with Murder and The Blacklist, neither of which were as stressful as usual, and worked on the jumper I have started. I’ve never made one before and I’m coming to realise it is going to take quite a while.

After lunch, I went to watch Annihilation on the big tv, without my crochet. I saw the trailer last year so have been waiting for it for ages, and haven’t had time to sit and watch it since it arrived on Netflix. David Ellison is an asshole – it should’ve gone into cinemas. There’s no need to make Natalie Portman’s character “more likable” or dumb it down. It’s not difficult to understand. Anyway. I liked it – part sci-fi thriller, part beautiful art installation. My favourites were the tree people.

The 12th of March.

Today has been quite productive, I suppose.

This morning, I was off to the Women’s Hospital to see Miss Byrom in Colposcopy clinic. They were running late, as usual, so I got my book out. I was able to get a good chunk read, but then three girls came in together (I think only one was a patient) and sat by me, and the constant chatter and commentary were too distracting for me to absorb any more properly. I got called through about 40 minutes after my appointment time, and we had a bit of a chat before I had to get in the stirrups. I felt what we did in January was successful, and it seems that way as she was able to get the small speculum in and open it a bit, and last time she couldn’t do anything. So I am to continue with the dilators and she’s going to write to Mr. Titley to see what he’s doing.

I got a call from one of the pain team (after I rang again this morning) and I finally have a date for steroid injections – 23rd April. It’s ages away but at least it’s there. And the GP is sorting out antibiotics pre and post jab.

After lunch, two more episodes of Jessica Jones and the assembly of the last spaniel. Next: a jumper!

The 13th of March.

Think this will be a quick one. Quiet day – I have been nowhere and done very little.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then while Mommy took Grandma for an eye test (it sounds like she’s chosen some rather jazzy frames), I watched the last episode of Jessica Jones. SPOILERS: Does Trish have the superpower of quick reflexes now? A) That’s a shit superpower and B) This is not going to end well. I’m kind of mad that she’s got them, she doesn’t deserve superpowers.

Then I had a delivery of my wool for my jumpers and a pair of socks, and they are what I’m going to do first.

We had lunch, then I got started on the socks while we watched last night’s Criminal Minds.

I’ve just realised that I didn’t write anything on Thursday, so my dates and days are out of sync – all I can remember is that Thursday is when we got Mommy’s new phone – she now finally has an iPhone!

Anyway. Rest of my afternoon was hairwash, iZombie and crochet. Now I need to sort out my blog! Stupid dates.

The 10th of March.

Ugh. I went back on the computer today to try to get iCloud photos synced across all my devices. Now my back hurts a lot and I have been only partially successful.

The morning was not so bad. I sorted out all the duplicates that were left, and got the phone and the iPad talking to each other. However, the iMac didn’t seem to want to cooperate, and instead thought it needed to update 10,900 photos. It was an empty library, so I don’t know where it got them from. I restarted the computer and repaired the library (I can’t remember in which order) and something wished because then it was empty.

I came downstairs and had lunch, and I picked up the stupid DHL parcel because I got a text about it. So at least Mother’s Day will not be ruined by stupid deliveries.

Back at the grindstone, I tried a lot of different things, but the photos app just isn’t getting involved. So I left it uploading photos from 2017 and 2018 to Dropbox so they’re at least vaguely accessible from my phone and I wrapped Mommy’s presents and wrote her card.

My back was in severe need of rest and support, so I went to sit with Mac and watch more Jessica Jones. He goes tomorrow! Sigh.

The 11th of March.

I am excessively tired today. I didn’t sleep that badly, or get up super early. I’ve had a second coffee, but I just want to curl up and go to sleep. But it isn’t bedtime yet and napping is not a skill I possess.

When I got up, Mommy and Daddy were out taking Grandma to church, so she got her presents upon their return. I gave her a teatowel with a bunny in a doughnut on, and a Moominmamma apron to go with the spatula Christine wrapped and left under my pillow last weekend. Accidentally very domestic. But she liked them.

Ryan and Bethany came at about half eleven to take Mac home. He was full of beans, bounding about and walking all over the paperwork. However, we got it done, and managed to bundle him into the carrier. I am certain he mewed all the way there. I am waiting to find out what they decide to call him so I can register his chip.

This afternoon, I’ve been making the second spaniel. The ears are such an arse to do, because they require loop stitch. Won’t be making any things with that for a while.

The 6th of March.

Back to the crochet habit. Might as well!

I woke up still tired, wanting to stay in bed but I forced myself up. Rosemary was coming round for lunch, so we had no trips out. I spent my morning writing up a blog post, then I started another sausage dog. This one is brown and cream, which is not a combination one sees often in them but it’s in the book and if it looks shit then I won’t give it to anyone. Rosemary did like the one I’ve already done, in black and brown, because he looks like her dog, Otto.

While she and Mommy had lunch, I watched the first episode of season five of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Absolutely batshit insane – jumped forward seventy five years into the future in space. Obviously.

This afternoon, I made the head and ears of the dog, watched some Bones, and booked Mac into the vet for his secretary vaccinations tomorrow afternoon. Got a viewing on Thursday.

The 7th of March.

Tired. Up early for hospital. Not haematology, as was also previously in the diary for today, just ophthalmology. Mr. Kolli, not Dr. Barry. Today was about rogue eyelashes. The clinic was running very late – they were missing a registrar – so I didn’t get seen until an hour after my appointment time. That was fine – I got a lot of Eat Up! by Ruby Tandoh read. I wish I could give it to my thirteen year old self and keep her from developing an eating disorder to begin with. I wish I’d be able to read that instead of Wasted.

He checked my pressures and they haven’t gone down very much, but he wants me to try to get the prednisolone eye drops down to twice a day before trying anything new. He’s going to get me booked in to do the left eye again, then do the right eye a few weeks later. It would be tricky to drive my chair if they did both at the same time.

We’d been planning on going into town to do some shopping, but by the time we got out, there wasn’t time, so we just came home for lunch.

Mommy went to Grandma’s, then when she got back, we took Mac to the vet. He was a good boy, just very chatty on the way! If only all trips there were so easy.