Wednesday 21st October - snippets and snaps

 

Yesterday was a bit tough; we've been wrestling with a dilemma regarding whether I should take yet another med, with yet another set of side effects.... and I could feel myself beginning to flip from sane and sensible to... not sane and not sensible. 

Deep breath.

'I need a ritual ' I decided (not that I've ever had 'a ritual'!)

1 Acknowledge that I'm in a bit of a state. ✅️

2 Make a cup of tea in a lovely cup.✅️

3 Sit and draw... I drew a square and slowly filled filled it with circles and then filled it in with spaces. ✅️

It worked. I rang the cardiology clinic nurse specialist who advised me that I needn't plunge into starting the new med unless other symptoms got worse.

And breathe. And relax. And calm.

It's rare for me to suddenly overwhelm like this... maybe once every 15-20 years? At least I can recognise and deal with it now!

It's like going down a spiral staircase. 

Central criminal court, Old Bailey- English Heritage postcard 

The trick is to catch myself before I've gone more than a few steps... climbing back up is always harder than going down.

Other snippets 

Another blogger, Kezzie, described a concert (several concerts!) she played in over the weekend. She is a talented flautist, and The Most Anazing primary music school teacher ever... I wish I wish I had been taught by her as a child. 

She included a link to this song (did they have a digeridoo in the orchestra?). This a playlist on youtube and the song she linked is the first one. I love, love, love it and will listen to the rest in due course.

If she had written her blog yesterday then 'Deep into the earth I go' would have been just as calming.

With BB's agreement I'm writing him a to-do list for the little jobs I can't manage...

1. Unblock the small vacuum cleaner as I can't get it apart 
2. Hoover the bedroom - everything is so dusty everywhere!
3. Hoover the rest of the house - I can manage the smaller vacuum cleaner but the dust is so fine it just blocks in minutes
4. Deal with the filters on the oxygen concentrator upstairs. 
5. Take the kitchen scraps to the compost bin.

I find it infuriating that I can't manage these jobs, and feel a complete heel for having to ask him. They are tasks that take him maybe just a few minutes and take me maybe an hour with frequent stops to get my breath. Pooh! Stinkums! Bah!

But I can at least make him a cake for afterwards. 

I cast on 33 stitches for the pesky knitted square which was defeating me last month. I WILL SUCCEED. (Is this interesting? Probably not)

Granny Marigold suggested I collect a couple of leaves from my Arnold Promise witch hazel and press them. I have done so and stuck one in my book. It was the last leaf left (say that ten times quickly if you can!)