Make a mess, make it happen and other things life throws your way…

 I guess I could go back and look at where I left off from the last post. From the title, I remember it was a good one, about how accommodations for neurodivergent quirks doesn’t have to be an effort, just a willingness to accept logic we don’t always understand. But for this one… well, I’ve had an eventful path on the lead up from Christmas craft crunching to here where I’m last minute struggling again for my sister’s birthday.

Starting with Christmas crafting, I gave myself ample time to get it all done and was way ahead of schedule. Then I started getting shooting pains through my face, jaw, teeth, neck, shoulder. I’ll skip the pages of exposition on the trips to the dentist and doctor that filled the two and a half weeks of pain before getting to the part where a week of Augmentin knocked out was a new way I discovered a severe sinus infection can terrorize a person. Needless to say, there’s a happy close to that chapter where I flip you some pics of the gifts I got done for the fam just in time for Christmas morning.

I apparently did not get a picture of the finished cat stitch blanket I made for my dad, just the first few rows, and I meant to get more of the Christmas village (the wooden house is the base that I added more to in that screenshot of a video clip…). Then there’s tacocat I made for Dameon, the bighorn bison steak zipup bag I made for Markie (from some Risk of Reign game he likes)… the little town diorama that I’m still working on (on hiatus while I finish crafts with deadlines)…

Then we got the sweater I made for my sister and our kitten Corvo blending into the crocheted Christmas stuff I’ve been making my dad for years too. Not sure if I’ve gotten to mention him yet since my dad rescued him in September and we’ve been in love with the little ball of fluff (that looks like a mini version of his new big brother Riddle) ever since.

I was a little scattered with remembering to take pictures, just happy to get it done when I got sidetracked those weeks lost in pain.

I wish I could say the mess stopped there. But no, the same night we took Corvo in to get neutered, I contracted a nasty bout of food poisoning. And since I already have moderate to severe gastritis and an inflamed cecum, it was actual hell that night puking up every little bit of what I ate that day then blasting it out in diarrhea the rest of the night. But I kept chugging Gatorade and staying hydrated and was somehow able to get in a car the next day to go pick the baby kitty up. 4 days later, I’m still recovering from the aftermath but this morning, I was able to get my ass up and drill some screws in a cabinet to secure a shelf, which if you know me by now, you know I often say fuck you to a bout of sickness with diving into some impulse project and that was it. That damn shelf slipping off the crappy plastic hinges caused me enough grief so it did feel damn good to tackle that with some new metal screws. Still got a stomach rumbling like an angry or sad Pokémon, and a bit of mucus that’s been padding out an abused throat but I can handle bending without breaking out in a cold sweat or a wave of nausea so I took advantage.

And now I’m trying to crunch in making a gift for my sister’s birthday.

Hopefully I can remember to share a picture of that and the finished little town diorama next. End of the month or the beginning of February. Barring any bastard of a sickness happening again. Atheist though I am, I’ll take your thoughts and prayers, good vibes/juju, or whatever else you think you’ve got in good with this mysterious universe. I could use a break.

Healing up with Corvo and cuddling with my big ginger kitty Weez while I crochet. And ever grateful to be feeling a little better each time I get a couple more hours sleep. Take the wins wherever you can. Sometimes they gotta do some heavy lifting for the setbacks.