Yes, that would be me. I have been sick sick sick, but now I am at last starting to feel better better better. I went to the doctor twice and have been taking antibiotics and some magic tablets for people who have ulcers, which I do not, to help me feel well. I'm still not 100%, well my 100%, but I have another appointment at the doctor on Tuesday and so I expect I can talk about the bits of me that are still poorly then.
I managed to work myself up into a tizz and it was my doctor's reassurance that calmed things down in the end as much as the drugs. So I have been lying on the couch or napping with The Labradors and doing very little else apart from worrying. Peri Pumpkin is so cute when she is sleeping hard on her Warmy bed. I love the way her little tongue just peeps out.
I saw my specialist at the Holman Clinic, I missed out on Leukaemia Support Group again as I didn't want to give my germs to other people with compromised immune systems, I missed out on our Knitting Group's dinner and the only proper thing I have been doing is walking Peri and Gilly.
I arise from bed, they hop in the car and then I trudge around the picnic area like a zombie and they run gleefully about sniffing the grass and rolling in something smelly.
You would think that I had copious amounts of knitting time, but in truth there has been little knitting. I finished the My Cup of Tea Socks. They are lost. It is as if there always has to be a certain amount of Lostness at our house. Yesterday I had the socks, but I lost my inside/night-time glasses. Today I found the glasses, but the socks have disappeared. Strange. So here is my first Clock Sock. It's the Hickory Socks form the Knitter's Book of Socks. I'm using some Restless Knitter sock wool called Envy which I bought in a Ravelry Destash. It's not very soft, but I expect when it is washed it will be fine and it does show up the stitch pattern so well. I love the pattern, it's a kind of moving rib that looks like the bark of a tree. I only did one leg repeat. It fits like a glove: you know what I mean. I may start the second sock this week.
So I am hoping that the last symptoms may work themselves out and I won't have to take even more drugs. I rattle when you shake me. Drugs are fantastic though and I am ever so grateful to live in society that cares for people who are very ill. My GP is fantastic and when I ring, they always fit me in to se her, or another doctor at the surgery. And I have great friends (real and imaginary) and family too.
Baby Zoe has left the hospital (click to see the newspaper article) and she is living at the flat with her mum, dad and nan. She looks so happy, her hair is growing back and she is allowed out into the Real World in a covered pram. She needs to stay near the Hospital for a couple of months and then she will be able to come home. I am just so happy for Zoe and her family!