Hands, wrists and shoulders sore (other joints too, but they don’t impact knitting). I’ve managed a few rows a day (have to stop after one and do more later) and have finally finished 14 repeats of the kiri. Starting the edging, not because I need to yarnwise, but because I feel like I’ll never actually get it finished otherwise.
I have bought these patterns, and this and downloaded a few free shawl ones. I have one of Romi’s 7 small shawls booklets already, although I haven’t got round to knitting any (quelle surprise), I do like the patterns, and I have plenty of single skeins to use up. I also like the idea of getting the updates, it’s like a series of small presents over the course of the subscription.
Busy week this week. More Christmas cards needed and need posted, fudge & biscuits need made and bagged, presents need bought and wrapped for Sunday, and I have drinks, dinner, lunch, fat club and the family do to fit in. I’m sure I’m forgetting something…probably more than just one thing, as my brain is still mince. Next week will be quieter.
Hrt continues to be problematic, along with the joints, eyes driving me nuts with their lack of focus, tired a lot and sleep still disturbed, we’ll see whet my GP says on Thursday.
Have spun today, and last night after I posted, I picked up my shawl and knit a couple of rows. Big question is, can I keep it up?
Didn’t meet GoD lady for coffee, she was migrainey (not migratory as autocorrect suggested), and I ended up feeling really nauseous – HRT side effects a bit better, but still around. Nausea, joint pain mainly, although I did get a bit warm earlier.
So after a fairly unproductive couple of days, I managed some spinning this evening.
I know if I *do stuff*, instead of just sitting on my behind, I’ll feel better in myself. Not only do I have fibre that needs spun, I have yarn that needs knitted. It feels like a waste to just have it sitting there. So, I’m going to try to do a little of something every day – even the gloves of Doom might get knitted…
Again palpitations on applying the Sandrena gel.
Mild brain fog.
Eyes still blurry.
Joint pain – hips, wrist and feet hurt.
Unexplained nausea & vomiting half way through supper. Then felt fine and ate the rest without incident.
Still slogging through the Kiri shawl. I only started it so that I could help a friend knit it, then she decided to go with another pattern. I’m on the 12th repeat – which is as many as I did on the other version I did in lace weight – the one kidnapped by a certain GoD lady (must sew in ends of this one). I am wondering how many more repeats to do, or can stand to do. Although it’s quite a relaxing knit, I am getting bored.
The Dandelion is nearly done, I just have to crochet the edging on one sleeve, and find buttons. It’s still a bit big though – I have lost so much weight since I cast it on – even in the smaller size.
I definitely do not have enough brain to attempt the Gloves of Doom, or Daisy.
Other knitting things include dressing the rabbit I knitted for J’s grandson, at this rate he’ll be starting school before he has a waistcoat and jacket – the rabbit, not the child.
Gel was spread, tablet was taken. Not sure what is a side effect so going to chronicle everything and see if there is any pattern.
Slight feeling of agitation immediately after application.
Eyes still feel gritty and focus is still off.
Woke during the night but got back to sleep.
Slight headache. Brain feels too big for my skull
Lower abdomen tender.
Mood still the same – feel flat.
Feel slight brain fog.
Yup, I know you doubt me, but it’s true. I knitted today.
Things have been off kilter for a while, as not just with my knitting. My brain hasn’t been working properly. It still isn’t to be honest, and it has caused chaos. Work has suffered, to the extent that two weeks ago I resigned.
I had spent the weekend before having anxiety induced chest pains and panic attacks. It was the culmination of about a month of making errors, having memory problems, suffering insomnia, and getting more and more upset and anxious. All of these things spiralled and fed off each other until the tension built up in my chest. The pain was so intense, if I hadn’t known it was anxiety, I’d have thought I was having a heart attack. It crept up my chest to my neck and at that point I had to lie down. I couldn’t move for about five minutes. And afterwards I felt like I had pulled a muscle or three. At that point my decision was made. I couldn’t continue on the same path. I needed to step away.
Currently not working. Anxiety has reduced, but not gone. Insomnia is better, but not gone. Depression lingers, as depression is wont to do.
All of this is a consequence of changing my HRT (with possibly a detour via post surgery/anaesthesia effects). In the next few days I get a new set of hormones to try. Half of me is hopeful that this will be my fix. The other half dreads that this will make things worse.
Time will tell.