Hi everyone.
I thought since I haven't been quilting/sewing a lot that I wouldn't blog but then I realized there's nothing wrong with using the blog to keep in touch anyway.
Where to start?... Okay, I got it. I AM working on a quilt. I had a new great niece born on October 5. I bought a kit the beginning of November but have barely started it. I'm feeling like maybe getting back to it now.
I've been lacking the feeling of sewing for 2 reasons. First of all my dh wanted the downstairs to himself and insisted I move my stuff up into the office. It's very cramped in here... although there is a file cabinet that I think could go if I can find somewhere to put the two drawers full of actual files. The other two drawers are full of junk.
The second reason is because I was not well. I didn't know why but I just didn't feel right. Mid February I sent an email to my sister. It was 4 lines long and took me over 1/2 hour to compose. She called me as soon as she got it because it was gibberish. When she hung up from talking to me she called my daughter and told her there was something very wrong and to get me to the ER right away. It's funny to have someone 5000 miles away be the one to tell my family here what to do. But I am 11 years younger than her so I'm almost like one of her own kids. She basically raised me when I was little.
I don't remember much past going to the ER. I couldn't understand why they put me in a wheelchair when I was in triage. I remember them saying I had to go to a bigger hospital but I didn't know why. Turns out I had a subdural hematoma (my brain had been bleeding for 3 months). I don't remember a whole lot and maybe that's good. I do remember most of the stuff after my operation but very little while I was in the ER for 6 days waiting. The neurosurgeon finally blew a gasket apparently and insisted I needed to be operated on NOW.
Our hospital system here sucks. Sure we have universal medicare but not enough doctors and nurses so things get backed up. At this hospital they have patients in the hallways and janitor closets cause there aren't enough rooms and emergency patients get lined up too and more than once the hospital has closed down the Tim Hortons (like the US Starbucks) so that they can use that space for ER as well. My minister says if he ever needs to be in the ER he wants to be in Tim Hortons so they can just hook him up to a coffee IV *LOL* He loves his coffee... even brings his cup to the pulpit.
Anyway, I seem to be mostly back to myself. I still get tired and I get frustrated that I can't do more but they say it takes 6 months to recover. I also have to have another CT Scan this month to make sure that my body is absorbing any residual.
I've been reading a lot. I had been going through 3-4 books a week but now I'm down to about 2 most weeks. Plus on the side I'm reading the novel "London". I'm finding it fascinating. I love history.
While this is going on my husband was told just before Christmas that he has Cirrhosis. I knew he did, he'd been getting worse for months, but he wouldn't listen to me. I was so glad to finally have a doctor tell him to his face. He's not really well I don't think but he is listening to what he has to do and he's doing it.
I better close for now. I'm looking forward to travelling around the blogs and seeing what everyone is up to.
