Heartsick

Well, 

what now? 

What is Happening?

What is this?  A brandy snifter?  A hi-top Chuck holding a crescent moon?  Half the face of a cat with a teeny ear on said Chuck?  It's a cross-stitch piece that intrigues me.

Speaking of which, 

a Tiny Needle Tuesday piece.  Another kit that shorted me on floss (look at the balloon's side stripe on the left.)  I wasn't sure about Santa's face, but it's cute, huh?

I don't expect to get much sleep tonight;  how about you?  All that time should be perfect crafting time, but I think I'll be too nervous.  When tomorrow comes, will we still be living in a democracy?

 

But Why Not?

 My Knitting Across America Oregon yarn is being extremely ornery.  The pattern that came with the yarn and the tote won't cooperate with my fingers or my brain.  The weekend was full of casting on and ripping out.  The yarn is wearing thin from being looped and unlooped.  Let's hope I can find a pattern that will work.

In the meantime, swollen ankle and all, I will imagine what it would be like to be beautiful Ava Gardner, in a fantastically full dress, sitting in the shade and reading.

Horses Save A Day

My ankle is coming along, I suppose.  I can walk in a fairly normal way for 10 to 15 feet.  The blue line disappeared, of course, and there is still redness and pain, but things are improving?  

Apparently, cellulitis does not call for elevating and icing, it calls for elevating and warm compression.  They both feel good, but I'm sticking with the warmth.  Thank goodness I have a Warmies horse wrap.

More From Kollage

Sometimes, you have to spend money sillily* to give yourself some Happy.  Hence,

a set of square needles and 

a square needle gauge!

*"silly" + "ly."  It made not properly exist, but it's fun to say and I like the way it looks.

Tenderfoot

 The ankle is still tender and feels fever-y, but the redness is still within the line, which is what we're hoping for.  It's even kind of itchy, which it hasn't been before.

I know what I look like right now.  The white-haired old woman hobbling around on her bloated ankle and wearing comfy shoes.  But what can I do?

There's no trick-or-treating here, but I do have some Halloween stitch markers from Kollage:

The ghost is too cute.

Not Bitten, Not Shy

Well, guess what.  It isn't a sprain, it isn't a bug bite, it's cellulitis.

Yesterday, I had an appointment with my psychiatrist.  When he asked how I was, talk turned to my ankle.  He took a look and said, "I think that's cellulitis."  

Last night, I decided to give an urgent care center a try.  I got a call from them at 7:30 AM: "Come on in!"

The doctor came in, looked at my ankle, said, "I think that's cellulitis."  We had nice conversations about cellulitis and lots of other things.  (There weren't any other patients waiting for him.)  He prescribed an antibiotic and drew a line around the area.

(Let me just say that taking a picture of that side of my ankle is difficult.  Trying to fully see that side of my ankle is difficult.  I've been using my phone and a mirror to get a look at it all along.)

The doctor said that if the redness spreads beyond the line in the next two days, give him a call back.  The antibiotic should cause improvements within those two days, so at least I have a timetable.  I'm ready to not limp and not have pain.