Yet another busy week gone by with no art done. It’s got to the stage now where there are double bookings and I’m having to choose which to do! Oh well, I suppose this can’t go on forever! Here’s an extended view of my studio, showing that it has again reverted to its dumping ground status. This always happens when it is not being used for art. It’s worse over the other side of the room.
I’ve been having a bit of a clear-out in the sitting room in preparation for some re-organisation and possible decorating, and I took piles of stuff upstairs and just dumped it all in the studio and office. When I get time I’ll sort through it and have a good tidy-up, and hopefully soon get back to making art. Our sitting room is overcrowded, cluttered and gloomy. Time for a change! I’ve got Plans.
I had my port removed at the hospital yesterday – scroll down to the previous post for details (and full details on my Cancer Diary page). It’s going to be rather uncomfortable for a day or two but paracetamol is helping. It all went smoothly but I feel rather strange about it all!
My fingertips continue to be pretty sore from over a week’s guitar practice – about half an hour each day – but I can see the beginnings of calluses forming, which is good news. I’m still pretty rough round the edges as far as the playing and singing are concerned but it shouldn’t be too long before I’m up to scratch.
On Friday I met up with one of the friends I met in hospital, at the cancer support centre for the monthly relaxation session, and made a couple of new friends there too. It was a great session, followed by a nice leisurely chat over coffee.
I attended an Ileostomy Association meeting on Saturday which included a talk by one of the colo-rectal surgeons from Exeter, on parastomal hernias, which are an occupational hazard for us ostomates – informative, useful, and humorous too! As well as the business side (AGM) we also had a delicious buffet and plenty of opportunity to chat, and visit the stoma supply companies’ reps’ tables. A good day, followed by crashing out on the recliner and going right off to sleep.
I made it to church on Sunday morning, and then went with my hubby to visit Mum in her care home in the afternoon, armed with flowers and a card for Mothering Sunday. Then another sleep on the recliner!
This afternoon we are off out again with the Ileostomy Association for a visit to the Met Office in Exeter to find out just how they manage to forecast our ever-varied and increasingly bizarre weather. I hope we get home in time for my Tesco delivery.
Another KnitterNatter meeting tomorrow evening (our church craft group) – an opportunity to do some more on my UFOs (UnFinished Objects) – at the moment concentrating on my Hebrew alphabet sampler (cross stitch).
Last Thursday night, Phoebe had another seizure – quite a big one. We phoned the vet on Friday but she’s reluctant to increase the dose of phenobarbital unless the seizures increase in frequency, because of possible side effects. Because she seems to distressed and disoriented when it is over, this time as soon as she stopped moving, I scooped her up and cuddled her until she seemed calmer. She is always very clingy afterwards and won’t let me out of her sight. Poor little one.
It’s all go, chez Shosh.
Keep your eyes open for another post soon, showing, as promised, the new stash that I acquired recently. Maybe one day I’ll actually have the time and energy to start using it.
Happy WOYWW, everybody!