I think the absolute worst thing about living with Long Covid is the fact that it is so unpredictable and that you cannot catch a break; I distrust the days where I feel I have energy. This is because even if I pace myself well, chances are I am cruising for a crash. I don’t know why. I probably should have put off an impromptu visit yesterday, given I had a LOOOONG set of MRI scans on Monday, but hey ho, it is what it is.
This means progress on that short cloak and re-patterning the regency short stays (even fan-lacing the new ones) has halted, as has the rejig of the petticoat, as well as the ongoing plan for a new regency dress (that’s more 1790s-1805 in design. Sort of).
I have done a LOT of knitting though. I’ve finished two cardigans for cousins’s babies (cursing the fact there’s now ANOTHER one in the same family line. Not really, but I feel I must knit), knitted up a sweater which, despite my following instructions, does NOT look like it will fit a 9 y.o. - which led to the rushed buying of some expensive wool (in the sale!) to knit up a pair of FANTASTIC fox socks, complete with ears and bad embroidery for said 9 y.o. This meant that I could finally get on and knit myself a pair of winter thick socks ahead of the impending sad event that is the disposal of my entire sock wardrobe due to the sodding fungal nail infection that took hold following Covid. Oh yes. Everything’s gotta go and I get to disinfect my shoes every time as well. New slippers, everything. I also completed a pair of leggings for myself, forgetting my rule of using a smaller set of needles to handle my crap tension, so I may undo the top and reknit several rows with a) double rib and b) needles at least two sizes smaller. They’re being held up with two garters made of very cheap elastic and it’s now a long term plan to design my own pair and I have IDEAS.
So this morning I won’t be doing my singing thing, as that leaves me tired and I also need to do SOMETHING with our Change petition, which is a campaign for key workers who caught covid, developing Long Covid (as a result of their jobs) get compensation. The recent news release of the IIAC makes it really hard for people to actually get Industrial Injury Benefit, unfortunately, plus a lot of us are getting turned down for pensions too.
I am trying not to despair. I’m looking at the towel I want to get finished that’s been sat on a needle for two years. I’m planning to do the 13 row pattern repeat, one block a day. If I’m lucky, this means it will be finished next week.
So, couple of phone calls to make, explaining I can’t accommodate either the costs or impact of travel and can we please do either video or more local appointments, pretty please, with cherries on top.
Sigh.
Peace, out.
PS I cannot add photos, due to there not being enough disk space. Sorry and I’ll try and post the, on the blog later on.
