It Lives

Yes, I am here and I'm alive. Still doing battle with the evil little germies in my urinary tract- yech! At least I am feeling better enough that I have been, tada!, knitting. Oh that wonderful addiction that I had pushed to the side for too long. How long was I away from you, dear friend? A week, two? More?!? Well, it was far too long. I have been working on a chemo cap for my friend who started chemo at the beginning of October. I'm using Shine from KnitPicks, and the free pattern is from them too. I love the yarn and I'm glad I won't have to worry about any animal stuff buggin' my buddy. You never know if the chemo will turn them extra super sensitive or not. I am not so crazy about the pattern though. I love the shape and the fact that it is a little oversized, but I don't like the way they have you do the short rows. It could be me, but man, HUGE holes. I've done short rows before and had no holes, what's with the holes? I did the wrapping like the pattern said, what's up? Of course, it could have been the heavy medication I've been on. Nothing like a little to dope to screw up a pattern, HA! Oh well, I'll fix it later. I've also been working on a new hat for Abbey. The moths got to her old one. I have cedar in our closets, but since hers didn't have any clothes in it, her closet had no cedar. Ooops. It's okay, her old hat really didn't match her new coat anyway. I'm using Knit One, Crochet Too wool that stripes like Noro, but I can't remember the name. I'll blame the drugs. What a convenient excuse! Well TTFN- Ta-Ta For Now!!

Sickitty-sick-sick chick

Well I obviously have not posted in a while. I have been sick. And not just a little sick, but BIG SICK. It started with a bladder infection. No big deal, give me some antibiotics and that stuff that makes you pee orange and I'll be okay, right? Not if the bug that's working it's way around my urinary tract is on steroids! In general, I don't fair well with these things cause I'm allergic to about every antibiotic they would normally give in this situation. They also tend to make my lupus crap flare up. Fever, joint pain, fatigue, etc. So when I didn't get better right away, I waited for the antibiotics to work their voodoo a little bit longer. Shouldn't have done that. I ran a fever for three days and still drug my stupid ass to work. When my back started to hurt so bad that I couldn't stand up straight, I thought I'd go to the doctor on my day off. Didn't make it that far. I finally admitted that I needed to go when I couldn't stand up. Whoa- massive kidney infection. Dumb, dumb, dumb. So I got a shot, some new antibiotics and vicodin for pain. Holy cow, he gave me vicodin for pain. Too bad it makes me so nauseous I can only take it at bedtime. Anyhoo, enough complaining. I have not knit a stitch since this started. (You know I'm sick when that happens.) But I have not dropped off the face of the blog-i-sphere. I'm trying to catch up and get some pics together of our adventures at the Yellow Springs Street Fair and other stuff that happened before the kidney attack. I'll post more soon.

Distraction

We about to celebrate an anniversary at our house. Three years ago this month we bought this house and began renovating our kitchen. My goal when we started was to have it done before we moved in. I took a week of work with The Man and we went to work. We gutted the whole damn thing. It had this crazy stuff on the walls called Z-brick. Whoever invented that shit should be beaten about the head. It was this tar stuff that they slathered all over the walls and then stuck parts of bricks into. At first we thought it was just a panel thing that we could pry right off. Man, were we wrong. We scraped and heated and scraped and killed the plaster and scraped some more. We also tore out all the cabinets the flooring and the ceiling. The usual crap that you don't plan for happened, like having to re-wire the entire eletrical system in the kitchen- but we were still on track. Then my father-in-law got invovled and it came to a screaching halt. I'm not blaming it all on him, we were tired and any excuse to chill with the work was welcome, but he didn't help matters. (It has taken him 25 years to renovate the house they live in, and he's still not done!) Needless to say, we moved in without it being finished. I insisted that it be done before Thanksgiving. Then it was Christmas. Then by Easter. Well, ladies and gentlemen, three years later it is still at the same point that it was when we stopped. Uuuuggghhhhh! I have dreams (literally) about a wonderful finished kitchen. When I wake up, they turn into nightmares 'cuz they're so far from the truth!!! Well, I'm putting my foot down. This kitchen will be done before Thanksgiving. Or at least Christmas. Or maybe Easter? I can only hope(and nag).

See, you didn't even notice the lack of knitting, did you?