I apologise for my sparse blogging. In mid March I went to the doctors with a number of symptoms. The blood tests revealed an over active thyroid (which is an auto immune disorder). That’s the one where you die if you don’t take medication to sort it out. After a month I heard back from the specialist and my GP put me on some pills. My poor brain felt like a worn tire being driven at speed down a gravel road. By the time I started taking the medication I’d developed a weird brain slur which made talking and writing a challenge (it’s now better, but my brain is still not quite right). After a couple weeks of the pills I was feeling so much better I forgot I wasn’t “healthy”. I’ll never forget the day I decided to weed the flower beds. My garden is small and the flower beds edge the back of the garden. Since I’d started, I wanted to get them all done…so I pushed myself. I think it was all the bending over and standing up (I should have been kneeling). When I finished I felt like I was going to throw up. I had an awful feeling in my chest. I sat down in the garden chair and thought I was going to have a heart attack and die. I’ve been learning to take it easy!!! I want to live to be at least 100! I’m now waiting for my first blood test results after the first month of pills. I haven’t really written anything for months, but stories are simmering behind mental closed doors. I’ve spent a lot of time the last few months being a vegetable (a state of being rather than a choice) but I’ve finally gone back off the sugar (except if I go out which rarely happens) and decided to do a news and TV fast for three months. That means no reading bad news or watching TV until September. Who needs to know all the bad things going on in the world? I can’t do anything about it. It just sucks away emotional energy and leaves me sad or depressed. It should help lower my stress level and leave me more energy to be creative. Which is what makes me happy. Creativity feeds creativity! Last week I was able to get to the mall for the first time in ages and treated myself to one fat ball of lovely moss green wool and a crochet hook. It’s been decades since I crocheted, but after watching a beginners tutorial on Youtube I made a straight strip…modeled by Francoise. Louis has been holding the yarn for me! It’s been slow, but enjoyable.
A more bluish-moss green plays an important part of my nearly finished novel Once Upon a Wager which is waiting for me to find my brain. Playing with moss colored wool may just untangle the story and get it done before I accidentally kill myself over-weeding my garden. And I do mean over-weeding! That last insane afternoon I spent digging and pulling out weeds I pulled out one of my bleeding hearts and flung it to it’s death. It was a week before I realized what I’d done. It’s been that sort of day every day for the last several months, but I’m alive and taking better care of myself. I’m hoping I’ll soon have the mental energy to write, but in the mean time I’ll be doing fun creative things every day…even if it’s just sitting here sewing Barbie doll clothes by hand. My intention to make Francoise a proper Regency gown is finally going to happen. I have the bodice patterns all drawn up and read to cut. Whether the dress will fit is another story! I’ll let you know how it goes. I have a mad urge to embroider everything in sight. As long as the Goblin doesn’t wake up one morning to find his work shirts or trousers embroidered with spiderwebs or medieval flowers.