Posted by on Thursday, November 16th, 2006

Accidental blog break there.  I went to the Knitters’ Review retreat up in Walker Valley, New York, last weekend, and it was wonderful, and I promise to tell you more about it.  And we’re trying to get ready for some family and friends who will be in town over Thanksgiving (will you be in town?  Will you come hang out with us?  We’ll cook for you, you know.  And possibly drape yarn over you, if that’s your thing.  Or just mix you up a Marconi or two.  Or beer–beer is also available). 

I’ve had to deal with some medical stuff lately, so, you know, distracted and tired and overly busy about explains it.  I kept vacillating about whether to mention it here or not, but it’s taken up so much of my brain for so much of my life, I felt disingenuous staying mum.  Not mentioning it is like not mentioning that I knit.  Anyway, no need to get in a tizzy, but I seem to have some kind of mysterious undiagnosable inflammatory/auto-immune something happening, and I had to go get a bunch of tests done in the hopes that someone would finally stick a name on the illness this week.  Well, not so much.  To this day, confused doctors try to distract me from seeking a diagnosis by saying "Look!  A monkey!" and running out of the room.  I don’t know any more about what is wrong, but I know that my kidneys, heart, and lungs are fine (YAYYYYYYY!), which erased my biggest worries, and that my regular doc wants to bury her head in the sand instead of connecting the dots.  Sigh.  So I get to struggle with doctors over the next few months and hope to find a really smart one who likes a challenge.  But my Mom, Wonder-Nurse (aka flood-bringer) is on the case, and she will browbeat people into, well, doing their damn jobs if need be.  Worst case scenario?  Someone sticks the word "idiopathic" on my chart. 

But the weekend is almost here, and my kidneys are ok so I’m having some wine and making a lovely dinner, watching the (lame) sixth season of the Sopranos, and knitting on a moebius.  I will make good on promises of photos and stuff and nonsense, much of it having to do with sheep, with a possible foray into the wonders of birch trees, and possibly some blather about nalbinding needles.  Ooh, and a cake recipe I promised to some knitters. 

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14 Responses to “Whoops”

  1. Junoon 17 Nov 2006 at 9:56 am 1

    I haven’t finished reading the whole post yet…but having yarn draped upon my person is totally my thing.

    I just wanted to mention that. But I’m going to Vermont to see the Next Generation for Thanksgiving.

  2. Junoon 17 Nov 2006 at 9:57 am 2

    Chocolate cake?

  3. Junoon 17 Nov 2006 at 10:02 am 3

    Idiopathic – ha. Medicine knows both a lot and virtually nothing. I’m making a frown that you don’t feel well and also at the ostrich doctor. I’m glad your mum will fight fiercely and kick butt on your behalf.

    Enjoy the wine and family and holiday and knitting and stuff. Much Love.

  4. anjon 17 Nov 2006 at 11:27 am 4

    well. that was.. puzzling. No news is good news I guess.. but kicking butt sounds like the way to go.

    Enjoy your weekend with wine and food. 🙂

  5. rachelon 17 Nov 2006 at 12:10 pm 5

    The 6th season IS lame. Thank you for saying so. I freakin’ browsed through Barbara Walker treasuries while watching one episode I was so bored.

    Re: Doctors
    Can I please kick someone’s ass for you? Or do you think that wouldn’t help?

  6. Jonathanon 17 Nov 2006 at 2:02 pm 6

    It took them years to diagnose my brother with what he had. It’s absolutely astounding. It only took them a month to diagnose what I have, but only because my brother had it first, and the first thing they ask about is family history.

  7. rho1640on 17 Nov 2006 at 5:04 pm 7

    Oh you so sound like me- my doctor keeps saying “you’re sick I just don’t know what to call it” Big help huh But it is some auto-immune, inflammation thing too — my blood work is off, my sed rate is high, I run weird fevers (either high or low) for no reason, etc etc They know I have Fibromyalgia, ulcerative colitis, meniere’s, and have had 2 tick borne diseases in the past – but none of these symptoms and blood work point just to those things. There is one test they want to run where the put electrodes into my muscles and zap them to see what happens – but I won’t do that one yet – yeuch – can you even imagine such a thing. Wish I had a mom like yours to browbeat folks (I’m just too tired and sore to do it myself) – but heck when it comes down to it I just wish I had a mom still.. 🙁

    Soo on a happier note what the heck is a marconi – sounds like something I would like – and yeah for the cake recipe coming. I’m working on my new beginnings project still and think I want to try another mobius project of some kind next.

  8. Lissaon 17 Nov 2006 at 6:32 pm 8

    It sucks to have your body trying to kill you on a daily basis. At least the critical pieces-parts are functioning. Dark cloud, meet slightly silver lining. I hate to see you feeling poorly, dear.

  9. --Debon 17 Nov 2006 at 9:09 pm 9

    Oh dear . . . I hope they find a diagnosis soon, because that’s frightening, not knowing! It’s good to hear from you, though, so I’m taking that as encouraging….

  10. sallyjoon 18 Nov 2006 at 10:57 am 10

    Acupuncture? Drinking red wine vinegar? At least here the doctors (who know little)are willing to agree with whatever you recommend, so it’s a treat-yourself environment, which is very helpful.
    I have a brother I haven’t seen in years in Chantilly…Not for Thanksgiving, though. Maybe someday.

  11. Annieon 18 Nov 2006 at 10:58 am 11

    Oh dear… I have 3, yes, THREE auto-immune diseases- joints, intestines and thyroid- seems when one moves in, others like to join the party. It’s no fun, and I can absolutely relate. I hope they get you diagnosed quickly. Hang in there!!!

  12. Maryellenon 18 Nov 2006 at 8:29 pm 12

    Hope you feel bettter soon. Enjoy the wine.

  13. The Purloined Letteron 20 Nov 2006 at 2:49 pm 13

    So sorry to hear that you’re both not well and having to go through the horrors of diagnosis. I’ll be thinking about you.

  14. Judyon 20 Nov 2006 at 4:42 pm 14

    Sorry the Quacks are being so unhelpful, sometimes it’s like that, they don’t know either and feel awkward admitting it!

    Birch trees, good for homebrew wine, dye and distracting lightning from strikeing the house!

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