Sinus and ears and throat, oh my!

Still life with knitting, antibiotics, and the t.v. remote

A snapshot of my life for the past few days (and for the next few to come).

Friday

As has happened all this week, the morning started out well and then it all crumbled in the afternoon and now I’m just clinging on. I don’t know why (specifically. Generally I know what’s wrong) and as a result I’ve not really planned a post for today.

Obviously, I’m not going to finish Cria in time for the end of today, the end of NaKniSweMo. I’ll do tomorrow’s post early on so it will have proper photos and everything.

For today, here’s my jewellery box that my dad made for me and my mum decorated.

An appeal

If you are or have been a smoker, and you’ve had a persistent cough (2 weeks or more) please, please go to a doctor NOW. Don’t leave it for more than a year. Don’t tell your wife in January that you’ll be dead by May. You won’t be, but you will be by the end of November.
I’ll be back tomorrow with fun and sunshine but for the rest of today I’m going to be supporting my mum because she’ll be supporting her now-widowed friend.

Leaving it late

Briefly; thank you for your kind comments on Wednesday‘s and Thursday‘s post. They were, as I’m sure you can imagine, extremely difficult to write. I experienced my first depressive/de-realisation episode at the age of 7 and have been pretty good at hiding it from the world since then. I might write more on this later in the month, I’m not sure yet.

Because it’s late (nearly 9 GMT) here is a terrible-quality progress photo on Cria and the Moody Stockings;

The long road to recovery

Yesterday’s post was a very difficult one for me. I almost didn’t click “publish”. I almost uploaded a picture of the pens and pencils I was sorting out. But I didn’t, because I think I need to be honest not only with you, the readers of this blog, but also with myself.

What I went through over the summer was horrific. I have been through a very traumatic event and, somehow, come out of the other side. I eventually asked for help and I am now starting to receive it.

For me, that means a volunteer who will help me get out and about (I’ve not been out on my own since the beginning of June) and do some fun things again. Hopefully, this will mean I will be able to go into Manchester soon, possibly before the new year. I’m also waiting for CBT (Cognitive Behavioural Therapy) and to be seen by psychiatry. I had worked so hard on building up my confidence over the past few years and I just feel it’s all gone overnight.

Anyway, here’s a picture of progress on the Cria cardigan

Sleeves and body now divided.

and a story about a man in a giraffe costume who helps people in Scotland.