POO POO POO

Whatever it was that caused me such stomach pain two nights running last week seems to have had an effect. I am back to my normal pooing habits. Hooray! It is just so convenient to need to go when I awake in the morning, as I have always done, instead of either not going for days or needing to go at awkward times, like at a dog show or out somewhere else as it is such a palaver for me to manage it on my own when fully dressed. Just thought you’d like to know that.

The snow and most of the ice has gone. Today I had the thrill of being able to pick up several weeks worth of dog poo.

My final poo; I had a go at dyeing cashmere and an 80/20 cashmere nylon mix. The first was a silver grey scarf that now looks like poo and the latter was 2/26 yarn that just broke up as I tried to wind afterward.Back to the drawing board on this I think.

I am very pleased that I have sold 4 of the 5 hanks I put up. I have dyed several more and will be putting more up. One has gone to the USA, one to Switzerland and two to Germany.

More dyeing related stuff arrived this morning. I had risen at 6am in order to go swimming. I remembered just in time that the dye stuff delivery was at 9am last time so I assumed it would be the same this time. If I went to the pool, I’d not be here until 10am. I didn’t go swimming and sure enough the parcel arrived at just gone 9am like last time.

Despite not knowing where we stand still as regards the IRS, I ma not feeling too bad at all. I’ll be glad when it is all done and dusted. It will make it easier to plan. Right now we cannot think beyond now. I don’t anyway, I live within the day, but plans need to made for going away and other stuff. None of which we are sure we can do or not.

An Ebay update: justhatsuk, those who refused to confirm if they had the correct sized hat and told me they didn’t want to do business with me? Well, out of spite, they lodged an unpaid item dispute against me! However, the unpaid item strike against me has been removed as Ebay understood my position. Really, some people! All because they refused to confirm that they had a 59cm hat.  thebutchersdragon have now refunded the cost of the hat they sent me which was the wrong size. They have not, however, refunded my postage costs. Another fool.

SILLY IRRITATIONS

How can I be more annoyed at something trivial than at something major?

I was fed up having to go to an online conversion thing every time I wanted to convert from yards to metres. So I made a point of remembering that 0.9144m is 1 yard.

(oh and some idiot now thinks that the reason the EU is insisting we all use metric is that different EU countries have inches of different lengths!)

I thought this would be helpful so I shared it one the various sock knitters lists. The response? Every which way of doing the same damn thing, more complicated and less accurate. It seems some people just cannot bear to see me be helpful and have to find a way to tear it down. Whatever I say, contradict it, knock it down, but never say thanks or agree. OOh no. People might think f*ck knows what'

So I wrote 'you could if you don't have a calculator or a brain' which was meant to be funny. I then get a snippy email from someone who thought it very mean.

Really! I think I shall go off in huff and sulk now. The world would be so much nicer with just my dogs, if somewhat boring and lacking in sex. So maybe the world wouldn't be that much nicer after all.

EDIT: is just me or is there something about commentators who only leave negative comments?

ON THE RUN

My email friend Pam West (click on name to go to her website) did this portrait. She thought it looked like one of my dogs, and I agree. I didn't know that modest Pam was an artist.

Micah and Whitney are all tarted up for tomorrow's show and I am soon off to bed. Since I had three pairs of boots arrive today, my footwear for tomorrow has changed to pastel green and coral. They match the colours in the waistcoat.

I did my swim this morning. I have also been taking Sennakot , 2 twice a day for the last three days cos I was bunged up and nothing was happening. Today, a few hours after this morning's dose, rather too much is happening! I am hoping it will be done by 4am when I leave here.

I have FIVE pairs of socks on the go. I couldn't control myself. Thankfully I wasted no time trying to find the repeats or making sure I cast on a particular break. I just picked up the damn yarn and cast on and away I went. What will be will be.

I did make a concession with the Road Gerry from Lorna's Lace. It was going to stripe and not nicely so I just carried on increasing until it did something else. It obliged at 84st and is now spiralling in a very nice way. It is on 2mm needles and 84 sts is that little bit too loose for me, I prefer tight, but probably normal for most people.

Speaking of tight, can anyone explain why my legs, hands, and torso feel better when I am wearing tight undergarments and tight gloves? I wear support tights most of the time now and my vest is always tight and I wear tight half gloves most of the time. My guess is that it has something to do with the pressure but I can't figure how or why that would help my condition.

READY STEADY GO

SWIMMING

I awoke to go for my swim but my body didn't' think it was a good idea so I just had a pee and went back to bed, giving myself permission to sleep until 8am. Someone tapped me on the shoulder at precisely 8am and I woke up. The tap was gentle and I did not jump. If that was a dream, it was very real. The tap was a real tap.

WATCH IT!

It reminds me of what Doctors and nurses put on my notes if I have to stay hospital: " if you need to wake this patient, do so from a safe distance. " Why would they write that? Well, if they don't they usually get hit. I can't help it. Even my John knows not to touch me when I am asleep and to call me from a safe distance. Even after all this time, I still have what is known as 'exaggerated startle response', one of the common traits of PTSD.

GET DOWN!

Which reminds me of a funny story at my expense. I was caught in heavy traffic on a road right next to Heathrow. As I sat there, I could see this 747 bearing down on me. I watched with mounting panic and eventually jumped out of car to run but realised I couldn't run from it so I threw myself on the road and covered my head. The 747 just flew over me and landed where it was headed, the runway. I did not know the runway was there and I could have sworn this plane was going to land on me. I really felt silly and slunk back into my car and drove off at a snails pace because of the traffic whereas I wanted to get away from all those people who had witnessed my mistake.

POO

Oh and I have discovered that there is a side effect to the Colofac after all. I have stopped taking it for almost a week to see what difference it makes. I was concerned because I didn't think my poo ought to look like a dark Mr Whippy (here that is the ice cream that comes out when you pull a handle down on a ice cream machine. It's horrid stuff.)Anyway, I now know that that is the side effect of the drug. No big deal.

DRUGS

I have also not taken any drugs other than the morning and night heart and blood drugs. This morning, I have taken paracetamol and that is it. I am just seeing how all these work and seeing how and when I must use them and at what strength. Meaning I have three stages, paracetamol, paracetamol and codeine and Tramadol with the paracetamol. My back and hips are very sore this morning so I took the paracetamol and if that is not enough, I know to take the Tramadol too. I think it is a good idea to give my body a break form the drugs now and then.

POWER CHAIR

I went and looked at the wheelchair with power. I liked it very much. It has a joystick. At first I found it hard to control, then I was shown how to set the speed first with a button. I was trying to control the speed with the joystick which is only for side to side and back to front movement. The machine is £1600, so not all bad as most others were £2500 to £4000.

I have to weigh this up. We can manage this in that it comes apart, will get in the car etc. However, if we are visiting a place that has several stairs we might be stuffed. All we do now is I get get out, and John carries the chair up. It won't be possible with this. Although I did say to John last night that we could ask someone for help. As I wrote that last sentence, my stomach gave a little flip of approval. So perhaps that is the answer. I have to say that this will take a lot of the fatigue away. It means John doesn't have to push when my arms five up or my shoulders are too sore. My shoulders are causing me trouble now whereas they didn't before. I have trouble getting dressed now because of them. Not so much pain but getting them to move. By this I mean the sockets.

EDIT 12:27pm : I have just come home with a Power Chair. Sorted.

Oh Poo!

Sock Yarn Seller

I came across some good looking hand dyed sock yarn on Ebay. I wrote to the seller to ask a question and did not receive a reply so 5 days later I sent another. Still no reply. I then looked at her feedback and it has been good. However, she has not left any feedback for anyone for almost 3 months. Yet she is currently selling and people are currently buying.Further research found her blog which is up to date.

Perhaps she would sell more of her lovely looking yarn if she had respect for her customers? Unanswered email is bad enough but not leaving feedback on Ebay, which is feedback reliant, is not on. I don't deal with people who don't leave feedback. It leaves a sour taste in one's mouth.

IBS

Weird condition this. My gut has been fine all week. No grumbling, no wind, and no having to go for 3 days. Today I have been 5 times in 5 hours. No, I have not got the runs. It's all perfectly formed, works of art actually. Just makes it a bit awkward if one wants to go out as the need to go is quite sudden. I thought I needed to late last night but it wasn't to be. I have made up for it today.

IBS also makes farting quite deadly. My dogs move away disgusted so that gives you the idea. I daren't drop one in public in case anyone should it is terrorist attack.

Just thought you'd like to know that.

Poo Story

My friend Ron is deaf. He wears hearing aids. He also had a huge brain tumour, which was removed. The tumour not his brain. (Shut up , Dawn). (Dawn is his wife who you have seen mentioned here before.) Anyway, Ron flew back from Oz and had to switch his aids off. He didn't put them back on. On the train on the way home, he found that no one sat near him and if they did they didn't sit for very long. It turns out he was continually farting. Not only could he not hear them cos his hearing aids were off, but he couldn't smell them either cos of the tumour.I fell about when Dawn told me this story.

Poo Story 2

This I heard on GMTV a long while ago now. A woman is at a wedding, a very posh do. She goes to the loo and she when she flushes, the poo stayed put. She'd done a floater. So she waited and flushed again. Nope, still there. Well, there was a queue as always for the loo so she got some loo paper, picked up the offending floating turd and threw it out of the window. All was well until she went downstairs to the reception which was being held in a huge glass topped marquee thing which was situated right under that bathroom window. It kills me just writing this. I am LOL'ing as I write. I can imagine this happening, and the embarrassment of it. Hilarious.


Two Days

It has been two days in a row that I have not gone to the pool. I realised that I had plenty to do today with the dogs and stuff and if I swam first, I'd be too knackered. Other than the stuff I must take for my BP and heart, I have not taken any pills. I don't feel 100% comfortable with not going to the pool. I think it will take a while to get used to being sensible with my body. Just had a thought: imagine the IBS acting up in the pool? Turbo charged swimming? Wind propelled?