I am falling to pieces. Words of a song, I know, but also how I am feeling just now. We had a lovely week in Scarborough and since we arrived home I have been in constant pain. It is hard work, at times, to not be grumpy and miserable, and I haven't always succeeded with this, but I am trying. At the moment I am in no man's land re a diagnosis. I am awaiting blood test results but at this point in time there is no definitive reason for why my body seems to be attacking itself. My lymphoedema is bad because putting my stockings on causes so much pain in my hands that I am in tears, so it is a case of 'do I need to use my legs or my hands today?' as I seldom have good use of both.
I sound like a right miserable moaner, so I will change the subject. I have been able to knit some things, mostly baby clothes and dolls clothes. I like small projects as they are quick and stop me getting bored. I am also working on a crochet blanket for my daughter, who constantly complains about not having been given one yet :-) I also have a jumper to knot for my youngest son and I am yearning to start on a beaded shawl for myself. If only my wonky body and the need to work to pay for it all didn't get in the way, things would be fine, lol.
I promise to come back with photos and a happier outlook at some point soon.
