This past week has been an unusually emotional and painful one to get through. I can't honestly say when the emotional ton of bricks landed on me but I know it was before I posted last Tuesday's post. I had planned to take Tuesday through Thursday and work steadily on my crochet projects. I managed to do that until Thursday rolled around. It was a pretty darn good thing that I had a post ready to go in case I wasn't able to sit down and type one up. Unfortunately, I did miss Saturday's posting but it wasn't something that just couldn't be helped. I do hope I can be forgiven for that one.
In regards to the crochet project, I'm still on course to have the 75 hat/scarf sets completed by the end of October as I have planned. I'm currently sitting at 36 finished sets that need the tails sewn in/cut off but I will do that once I have washed and dried them. There's always a little bit of shrinkage that happens with a crochet project. I'd rather not have a bunch of yarn tails sticking out everywhere. I have one more scarf which needs its matching hat to bring my total to 37. That leaves me with 38 to make. Hopefully, I can spread the word out there a bit more and someone will be able to donate a scarf or hat or both! If not, that's okay. I'll still get as many as I can done before the deadline. I want to deliver them to the behavioral center the first or second week of November so that the kids will be able to use them.
Other than that, I've been trapped inside the darkest/coldest room of the house over the past week. Since the blood clot has left me with asthma, adjusting to the heat and humidity is going slower this year than in years past. Not exactly sure why, but I do hope that I'm able to help with things outside of my room soon. I do know that part of the problem is the fact that Arthur and his not-so-nice friends team up to keep me from being able to deep clean my house. Heck, sometimes I can't even do simple straightening without paying for it the next two or three days. I have to pick and choose what I can do and when so that I don't do something dumb and end up missing a doctor's appointment or some special event because I have to recuperate. My cave is currently the only room in the house that has been deep cleaned and that's probably one of the big reasons as to why I don't have a lot of trouble breathing in it. I do want to work my way through the house but we'll have to see how things go - one day at a time.
Speaking of doctor appointments, I was supposed to have one last Friday. It's time for the annual bloodwork to check a whole host of things including blood sugar, cholesterol, and thyroid levels. That was moved to tomorrow because when I woke up on Friday, I forgot the test was a fasting one and ended up grabbing my usual morning stuff. Yeah, I know - not too smart. Yesterday was the visit with the lung doctor. I'm both happy and unhappy with the visit. It was like a Keystone Cops' routine trying to get ready to go see the doctor as everything that could go wrong did go wrong here. Oh, if I had had the luxury of crawling back into bed and pulling the covers over my head, I wouldn't have hesitated in the least bit! But it had been a while since I had seen him due to emergencies on his end and health crappiness on mine. I told him about the trouble that I've been having in the evenings nearly every day. He listened as I explained, checked my lungs and said that they sounded clear but we'd need to do some work on getting the breathing under better control without adding another medication. Since one of my meds is covered under my insurance now, I'm going to be using that inhaler twice a day and bumping my breathing treatments up to three or four times a day. I hate them because they make me so sleepy but they do help. *sigh*
I was also glad that I went because my dad and I bumped into one of the nurses who used to care for my brother when he was in the hospital. I hadn't seen her in a long while so it was great to catch up. She didn't look like she had aged a bit and still had the awesome sense of humor that we all had appreciated in the dark days. A lot of the conversation centered around catching up. It was fine except it made me realize just how long Billy's been gone and how fractured the family has been without him. My youngest brother was right when he said that Billy was sort of like the glue that held the family together. My husband's grandma was the same thing in their family. Once she passed, it was harder to get everyone to come together. All in all, it made me realize that I truly have been missing those that aren't in my life at the moment - no matter the reason they're not there.
Hopefully this week will be better and I can get on the positive side of things for a while. I have a ton of things to get done before October and November roll around. Crocheting, writing and my buddy in the Marines coming home - maybe. We still have to wait and see on that. It'd be awesome to have him for a little while. But duty calls and we all must answer it in our own ways.
Until next time,
Kay
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