Oh wow! I just looked at my blog and I haven't had a new post since September of last year....I am so sorry! And this isn't really a tatting post now. It is more of a "I'm still alive, don't give up on me!"
In the last three years I have spent more than 60 days in the hospital--most of it for pneumonia. I have been on oxygen 24/7 for the last two years.
Last August, I asked my primary dr. for a referral to an orthopedist because my right knee has been giving me fits for several years. That night, I tore the cartilage in my left knee. Both knees need replaced (for the last ten months or so, you can add crutches to the items that the oxygen hose likes to wrap around. I am slowly becoming one with my recliner!. Due to my health, finding a surgeon who would accept me for "elective surgery" (I disagree--I realize your knees do not keep you alive, but without them your "living" is very diminished.) First surgery was scheduled for April and cancelled by the pandemic. Next I had an August date, and because of my second hospital stay this summer, I missed my surgeon pre-op visit and hospital pre-op visit. Now we are scheduled for late November--if I can still get cardiac and pulmonary clearance.
Last little update on how my body is falling apart...bursitis in both shoulders is bad enough on the right that I cannot reach up or reach out without "yelping." Hoping the knees still take priority.
Because of my low immune system, I have basically been isolated since September. Does anyone else feel like yelling from your co-vid isolation "Is anyone else out there?"
I am a first-born competitive person. I have had 6 (or 7) co-vid tests (you remember the scene from "The Mummy"where they talk about how mummies were made? They stick a red-hot poker up your nose and scramble your brains with it, then they pull your brains out through your nose... I think this cinema scene must have been a favorite of whoever designed the covid test.... Well I think they have removed the few brain cells I had...so 6 or 7 tests plus a (drawn blood) antibody test (all negative)....Can you beat my record? (Those in the medical field are not allowed to compete--but THANK YOU for taking care of us!)
I am mourning the late-summer death of my computer hard-drive. Like the saying "the cobbler's children have no shoes"... the computer teacher's wife's computer was not backed up. None of my files were recoverable.
Because of my sleeping disorder, I have not done a lot of tatting. When I do, it is usually a gift that is given away before I remember to take a picture.
You, my internet friends ARE important to me! I am going to try to make my blog a priority so we can keep in touch!