Revolting Old Soak

I quite like how this piece turned out! I realize I say that a lot but I like most of my work, to be honest. Needlework is what I'm good at and I don't think there's anything wrong with being proud of my talents.

The appointment today went much better than I'd originally expected. On the other hand he wants to me have a bunch of tests that I already had some years ago. One of them, an EMG, is extremely painful and he wants me to have it in all my limbs on the same day. It's not just painful, it leaves you physically weak. When I had it on my arms before I couldn't buckle my seat belt or hold a sandwich. Having it in all my limbs on one day is a recipe for disaster. It's also stupid since EMGs check for nerve damage and the disease I have doesn't cause nerve damage, and all my EMGs were completely utterly normal before.

Hopefully I can convince the doctor doing it to spread it over two appointments, but doctors, in my experience, tend to have no talent for empathy or compassion. It's so wrong. They're doctors, they should be extra empathetic, that should be a requirement! Blugh.

In other fabulous news my car died. So now I get to return to being literally trapped in my apartment and relying on my mother to take me to run errands.

Black Books fan piece is fini!

Well here we are. Another day, another hand cramp. I did some minor grocery shopping with my mama and then she very kindly brought me lunch after her hair cut appointment. There's this great little restaurant right by apartment. They make gyros and reubens and fried eggplant sandwiches and all sorts of good things. My mom knows the people who own it and we give it more patronage than anywhere else in town.

So I finished my big piece with the Black Books quote and I must say it looks marvelous. I put the pattern up for sale in my Etsy shop and the border makes a good frame for all manner of quotes, quite long ones too if you use a more space-conscious font. In the next few days I'll be posting more patterns in my shop including a Miyazaki motif set, flower motif set, and the Chicks Before Dicks and Assumption is the Mother of All Fuck Ups patterns.

The weather is giving me problems. First it was difficult because it went from hot to chill too quickly, and now the heat oppresses me. Something about the pressure or I don't know what, affects me even when inside a well air-conditioned apartment. Unless it's about to rain it mainly just makes me tired. The kind of exhaustion that you just can't fight. Also my mom has my car while hers is getting repairs so even if I had the energy I couldn't go see my sister and her brood. I miss my nephew and how easy it is to be happy when I'm with him. He's my curly-headed angel and he loves his auntie, luckily for me.

More drunkeness...

Well I've posted a few more items in my Hardcore StitchCorps shop, finished the piece I was working on, and made carnitas.

I'm happy with how the border for this piece turned out. At some point I began to worry that I was getting a bit carried away with things but the end result is just perfect.

Since we found out they're doing new episodes of Upstairs Downstairs my mother and I are rewatching the original series to prepare. I doubt we'll watch even half of it before seeing the new series since my mom tends to watch things rather slowly but I'm at least going to watch all of the last season before seeing the new. When I couldn't sleep when I was younger (ten or so) I would go downstairs and my mom would let me have a spoonful of peanut butter. She'd usually have one with me and when it was finished I had to go back to bed without fuss. Most of the time when I'd come down I'd find her watching Upstairs Downstairs. It looked like such an interesting show and I connect it so much with my mother.