Chickafinty ~ A Life in the Laundry

I'm guessing it will never go away

It's coming up on six years since we made the decision to close the Baby Door.  At 35 I was petrified of what another baby would do to my equilibrium and I was battling to cope with the two babies we had.  BCPs were no good; they made the depression worse.  We talked it over with the doctors most closely involved with my care, and then we made that irreovcable decision.  No More Babies.

At 41, with a new diagnosis and new meds, I feel very, very differently.

But the door is shut and it can never be opened.

There is a bit of me that died along with the closing of the door and I will grieve the rest of my life.

You can tell it has been a big week

The harder we work on school, the more out of control the house gets.

Just saying.

an unusual project

i'm still working on ladybug's blanket and it is about 2/6 completed.

another project had popped its head up though and it is more urgent than ladybug's blanket.  the other half has a cpap machine to use at night to keep his airways open.  in the winter condensation collects in the pipe and gurgles loudly every time he breathes in and every time he breathes out.  this is not conducive to sleeping.  he has the pipe wrapped in a special sleeve which is supposed to stop this happening, but it doesn't, so we heat our bedroom all night to stop it.  the electricity bill came in yesterday with a scary four-figure sum in the "to pay" box.

a possible solution is to wrap the pipe in another sleeve to further insulate it.  cash is a little short on the ground so if we could manage to acquire a sleeve without having to buy it, that would be a bonus.  

answer?  knit one!  I have scads of yarn left after making handsome harry's blanket and grandma's blanket, so what better solution than to knit one with the leftover yarn.

it's going to be a rainbow sleeve and i am knitting it in stocking stitch so that it has quite a tight weave.  it's not very big so it should knit up relatively quickly.  i'm still undecided on how to make it into a tube when i have finished, but i am leaning towards simply sewing it into a tube slightly bigger than the pipe so it can be easily slid on and off.

i'll post a picture as soon as i can.

It was the rainbow unicorns

The world hadn't gone to pot this morning, so the day started off better than i had anticipated.

The Other Half's project is being rolled out this week, which in IT terms means we have basically not seen him during the week since the roll out began.  The days have been very very long without him and the poor man is utterly exhausted when he does get home.

The good things are that this is the end of Phase One and that two of the facilities involved in Phase One are about 10 minutes from home.  In the day time there is nothing happening in the early afternoon in the project so he has been able to come home for lunch.  He's been working 12-13 hour days so that little respite in the middle of the day has been lovely for him, and for us.

The bad thing is that this is the end of Phase One, and Phase Two and Three are yet to run.  None of the Phase II and Phase III facilities are near home, and when they roll out he'll be working 14-16 hour days with no middle of the day respite.  The roll-out goes over two weeks.  We're not looking forward to that at all.

Please, please, please pray that he doesn't get sick again.  When he gets overtired, he gets sick and we simply cannot afford for him to get sick again this year.  There's some stuff going on to do with that, and basically it's not good, so please, if you'd care to, pray that he doesn't get sick.

The other stuff that was going on in the background came to fruition this week and was resolved very nicely in the negative.  Usually that's a bad thing, but in this case it wasn't.  There was a possible move on the cards.  It fell through and we're both relieved.  The Other Half had a bad vibe about it from the get go and the longer it went on, the worse the vibe got.  I was nervy, but as usual it was hard to tell whether the thing itself was wrong, or whether it was just me and my pathological hatred of change.

 

Tomorrow

It's possible, possible that we could wake up tomorrow and find that the world has gone to pot.

Or we could wake up tomorrow and discover that rainbow-pooping unicorns have been cavorting on the lawn.

My money would be on the pot-bit, but then I am a glass half-empty kind of girl.

"Just because it's written down doesn't make it true"

This piece of advice was handed to me by my new doctor.  Of all the things he has said this is the one piece of advice/counsel that has stuck most firmly, and the bit to which I cling when piddling about on the internet.

Unfortunately the bit about being able to walk away and not be upset by something was very short-lived - about a month to be precise - and I'm back to being on tenterhooks on the internet.  This morning I read something that made me very angry indeed.  It was written by a person whose opinions always rub me up the wrong way.  (In fairness I suspect that my opinions make her feel likewise.)  As usual she was spouting off on a topic that has nothing to do with her, and is never likely to affect her.  I had to breathe deep and walk away.  It's her opinion.  I don't share her opinions - on anything - so today's pontifications were hardly a surprise.  It would be pointless to disagree.  So the best option is to simply walk away.  Again.

First of spring, but

it's chilly and overcast with intermittent sun.

But it *is* spring and for that I am extremely grateful.  Another winter over.