Okay my darlings

So this is the current situation for those of you that aren’t on my FB feed :

Just over a week post surgery, I started feeling less than wonderful. The pain relief wasn’t. Relieving that is.

Initially I put it down to prolonged sitting at the kitchen table with visitors on Sunday, but as  discomfort segued into pain and a total lack of sleep, I realised it probably wasn’t that.

Without going into icky details, it was pretty obvious by Monday morning, that I was brewing an infection, and after a phone confab with the hospital, I presented at the GP’s just after they opened. Bugger this phoning for an appointment lark.

I have some form of wound infection, most probably MRSA ( still awaiting pathology results to confirm ) and I’m being treated on that basis with mega doses of appropriate antibiotics.

Using my patented knitting based Wellness Index which ranges from

1: Cannot summon up the energy to even think about anything yarn related


10: Knits complicated lace in fine yarn on thin needles

I have spent most of the week hovering around 1.5 ( thinks about knitting, possibly picks up needles, but puts them down again fairly soon thereafter )

Yesterday I made it all the way up to up to 2 ( mindless strip of  simple pattern, in this case moss stitch )

But nothing that makes for good blogging.

I’m attempting to behave myself. Pills. Couch potatoing. Nadie’s iPad. Facebook. Catching up on other people’s blogs that I have shamefully neglected of late

… And at least I’m not back in ‘ospital on a drip

Things I learned this week …

Partial blogging restored courtesy of Nadie’s IPad: (but no photos) So here are the things that I learned this week : 1. Surgery isn’t fun … No wait … I already knew that. However, contrary to the opinion of last year’s anaesthetist, that there was no anaesthetic that he was happy to use with me, this year’s fella was happy to try Fentanol ( apparently 10 times stronger than morph so presumably used very carefully ) which he did with minimal adverse results. Basically just a bit of nausea, a slow slide sideways each time I tried to read or knit, coupled with a highly attractive tendency for my left eye to close against my conscious efforts while the right eye hovered somewhere around half mast. A small price to pay for adequate pain relief but not a great look. 2. I have some really nice friends … No wait … knew that too. ( they know who they are ) 3. If you have any intention of knitting, crocheting or stitching, get them to canulate the non dominant hand … Nope … Knew that one too … learned that one the hard way LAST year. 4. My daughter is pretty special … Well … Obviously I knew that, but specifically I’m referring to the fact that she drove 2 hours to get up here on Monday to bring me  home from hospital DESPITE having fallen the previous day ( the bump is fine but Nadie’s nose and wrists didn’t fare quite so well ). This week it’s been a bit of a moot point who was looking after whom. 5. I totally suck at taking it easy … Well, I think we ALL knew that. 6. The sight of a whole family of kookaburras congregating on the nineteenth century chimneys of the hospital was just awesome … and so’s our wonderful little hospital … But I already knew that too … I could’ve gone to Bendigo but why would I ?  Not knocking Bendy, but the level of care and attention available at Castlemaine can’t be faulted …  well, apart from having to wait until the hour of nine of the clock to get a cup of tea !

The good news is ..

that the intense, constricting chest pain [ which most of you didn’t know about, apart from a deliberately vague comment a few months back about health issues ] that the medico thought was acute coronary troubles, isn’t.

In fact, after three heart ultrasounds and the dreaded treadmill test, I can confidently say that my heart is as strong as … well … the proverbial large emasculated bovine.

The gallbladder ultrasound that was supposedly for purposes of elimination, didn’t … eliminate that is.

So as of Friday week, the 17th of August, my gallbladder and I will be parting company. Permanently.

and with little attempt at a segue:

Thanks to my somewhat patchy blogging of late [ see above for one of the reasons ] it transpires that there are quite a few things finished this year that I have totally failed to document blogwise.

The current count for projects finished since January 1st is 51.

Granted a lot of that is new baby sized, but it does also include 9 shawls, four baby blankets and two adult cardigans,

and as I am never likely to catch up the backlog of reportage, you can find them all here [ except for Chris’ neckwarmer which I forgot to photograph. It’s a big knitted tube. It’s navy 3 x 3 rib. You can use your imagination ]