cracking on and getting things done

It takes a while but I do get there eventually!  After a couple of weeks of not doing anything (particularly craft related) I got time to sit down and convert part 2 of the crochet chart reading tutorial into a webpage along with it’s PDF.

so you can find that at the top of the page…

I’ll do part 3 and 4 soon, I promise.

I also got chance to block my most recent shawl – it’s the Lisa’s Shawl pattern in a Three Irish Girls 4ply colourway called ‘Finlay’.  The beading took forever, but I’m pleased with the results..

Lichen Dew

An Artists Hands..

Wednesday was my hospital appointment with a consultant about the mystery pain in my hands and wrists.  After an entertaining morning in which I gained 4.5lbs on the hospital scales, and had to have my blood pressure (107/72 if you are interested) taken 4 times before the machine worked I was finally ushered into the consultant.

Once we had established that the pain had lasted longer than a month (what her note said) and that my doctor hadn’t sent through the blood test results or my x-rays she prodded me a bit, I said ‘ouch’ a bit, and gave her my ‘pain diary’ for the last 3 months.

Eventually she referred me for a scan at somepoint in the next 3-4 weeks, with a follow up appointment 7-8 weeks from now. With lots of bloods to be taken now.

She said she thought the wrist pain and the hand pain were unrelated and that it was possible the wrist pain is tendonosis (not tendinitis).  She also told me that when she had tendonosis she had to wear wrist splints every day, all day, for two years.  Oh yes, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.  I’m not inclined to agree with the two seperate things diagnosis, purely because it would be just too coincidental to have things go wrong in both wrists and both hands within days of each other.

It’s about this point that I dug my heels in about the drugs that I am currently on not working, and that that 8 weeks at least before getting drugs that do work was unacceptable.  The consultant suggested I try diclophenic – which I pointed out I had already tried and couldn’t take because of the side effects.  She then suggested I try paracetamol.  Yes, you read that right.  Paracetamol.  I can’t get dressed in the mornings, can’t ride my bike, can’t brush my own hair and the NHS’s best suggestion is paracetamol.  I may have pulled a good face at this point, because she then suggested that I take the paracetamol in conjunction with the current tablets (naproxen) as sometimes the two work together to be more effective, and then she wrote me a prescription for tremadol (morphine) to use if my hands are particularly bad.  It’s only 14 days worth of morphine, and I have at least eight weeks to wait, but it’s a start.

Yesterday the trick of taking paracetamol and naproxen worked to take my hands to ‘almost normal’l – which was nice.  Then I realised I’d be running out of naproxen in the next 7 days, so I tried to get a prescription from my GP.  I have to have an appointment (it can’t just be a repeat) and the next appointment is, wait for it (cos I am), the 24th July.

So, long story short.  We still don’t know.  We have no idea and it will be at least 8 weeks before we get any further.  Unless my blood tests show up something insane.

In Memorium

At this crossroads, we must part, for now you must travel a road that I cannot.  I enjoyed your company and valued your wisdom for the part of the journey we did share. I learnt from your examples many life lessons and treasure your friendship.  Even though I knew the fork in the road was coming, it is hard to say goodbye.  It is said that all roads lead to the same destination, and I hope one day to catch up with you at journey’s end.

There is so much I could write here, and none of it would truly convey what it is I want to say.  Instead I shall let a one of my favourite funeral readings stand in for me;

When we are weary and in need of strength,
When we are lost and sick at heart,
We remember him.
When we have a joy we crave to share,
When we have decisions that are difficult to make,
When we have achievements that are based on his
We remember him.
At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring,
We remember him.
At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer,
At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
We remember him.
At the rising of the sun and at its setting,
We remember him.
As long as we live, he too will live, For he is now a part of us,
As we remember him.

We Remember Him (from the Yizkor Service, adapted)