Enjoying the new listings at my Etsy shop 2ofUM. Come and see the Alice inspired hats. :)
I just realized how many more blog posts I could have if I took a picture of every crocheted item that I gave away… For example: just this last week I crocheted a washcloth/towel set for a friend, slippers for the same friend (she was having surgery), and slippers for my husband (because he saw my friends comfy slippers and wanted some of his own… more manly of course!)
Anyway, how many of you give things away without ever thinking about taking a photo first? It isn’t just me… is it?
Enjoy the Dance! ;D
Hi friends in the blogging world! Yes, I admit that my last post was a little on the edge, but honestly that is exactly how I felt. This last Thursday was an amazing breakthrough, though. I went to see my naturopath as all the results to my tests were in. What did she discover? I have a hypothyroid, and adrenal fatigue.
Why did it take me so many years to figure out that doctors don’t diagnose things unless it is staring them in the face? Why do they push so many antidepressants and anti-anxiety meds when most of the time there is a real physical problem causing fatigue?
I have been on thyroid medication and adrenal supplements for 2 1/2 days now and I can already feel the “real” me coming back. The one that has energy to do things after work. The one who likes to get up early and exercise. The one that likes to create. It’s me… I’m coming back. No more foggy brain. No more sleepless nights. No more memory loss. I will be able to think, reason, and interact with others without feeling like I am swimming through a sea of drowsiness. I will be able to lift my arms and crochet that little airplane that I have been dying to make for Raggy. I will be able to type at a keyboard without my wrists feeling like they are on fire.
My doctor says it is going to be a slow road back, and to take my time and not rush things. I’m going to listen to her. You know why? Because she took the time to listen to me, dig deep and figure out exactly what is going on. Of course we have other things still left to figure out, but we are on the right track. It’s nice to finally have found someone that I trust.
Enjoy the Dance! ;D
If you don’t want to read a long sappy account of the history of me and my trouble with doctors, just read the following: Never believe what your doctor tells you because they aren’t telling you the whole truth! If you want to read the long version… then away we go!
Once upon a time just a few short years ago, I started having trouble. (You know, the bathroom trouble that we all don’t like to mention. Diarrhea.) It was a big problem… I mean, how can you teach when you are having trouble with that stuff! I went to the doctor, and after several attempts managed to get her to at least agree to a colonoscopy. Of course everything turned out normal… my colon was beautiful and healthy. (As beautiful and healthy as colons are anyway.) IBS I was diagnosed with. IBS was the root of my problems. Eat more fiber she said and all your problems will go away. So I ate more fiber… and my problems did not go away, they got worse.
Soon added to my trouble was swelling in my arms and my legs. Back to the doctor I went. Why are my arms and legs swelling I asked? (By this time I had been doing a little research on my own.) Could it be Celiac Disease? I am so tired all the time, and my lymph nodes in my arms are swollen a lot. These stupid Americans, she says right in front of me. Always self diagnosing themselves. I had a girl come in the other day and say, “I’m fat. Put me on thyroid medication so I can be thin.” You do not have Celiac Disease, you have incompetent veins. Wear support hose. How is support hose going to help me with this problem? What about my hands? My swollen lymph nodes. My rapidly gaining weight that I had worked so hard to lose? But I dutifully tried those support hose. You guessed it… it did nothing to help. In fact it was very painful and the support hose cut in to my leg where my legs were trying to swell up around the support hose.
So I did what anyone in my place would do. I stopped eating gluten. Miraculously, the diarrhea went away. The swelling went away. My easy bruising (that I had been suffering with my whole life) went away. I was on cloud nine! I was feeling so good about all these symptoms disappearing I forgot that I still felt tired all the time. Tired yet I could only sleep a few hours (4-5) at a time. So tired I forgot things that people shouldn’t forget. So tired I felt like I was swimming through a fog. After being gluten free for some time, I realized that I still didn’t feel so good. That my lymph nodes under my arms still swelled. So after about a year and a half of being completely gluten free, I went back to the doctor. A different doctor mind you… don’t think I’m that dumb. I learned my lesson with the last one. A different doctor… that’s what I needed. After about five minutes of trying to fill her in on my history. Stress, she said. It’s just stress. Try to exercise more. Exercise more? I can barely make it through the day. See if you can take some extra yoga classes or something. Sleep more at night. Sleep more at night? How do you do that when your body won’t cooperate?
I left the doctor’s office totally disheartened. I cried. And cried. And then I decided enough was enough. I was going to go a different route. I had my husband call up my doctor’s office when I was at work and ask to make an appointment with a naturopath. They said that I would need a referral, and that I would need to come back in to get that referral. My husband told them that I had just been in, and that the doctor couldn’t help me, so I wanted to see a naturopath to see if they had any different suggestions. He actually had to hang up with them and call the corporation. Your wife doesn’t need a referral sir. She can see the naturopath three times a year per diagnosis. I’ll send you a list of naturopaths in your area right away. That afternoon I called a local naturopath and made an appointment.
I am one appointment in with this doctor and she has already started me on a road to healing. There is much to do, but that’s just it. We are doing something. Already she has given me something to drain my lymph system… but we need to dig deeper and find the cause. She was shocked to find that they never ordered a mammogram for me… apparently swollen lymph nodes are a sign of breast cancer. Thanks for nothing regular doctors! She said my freezing cold tired nights and roasting hot mornings sound like a thyroid problem and is doing some more in depth thyroid tests for me. Also, she is testing my other hormone levels. Hello. I had asked my previous doctor if she would please consider it. This doctor didn’t even need to be asked. She said, We have three goals for you. Get your hormones stabilized, get your weight back down where it should be (which she says should be my high school weight) and keep you from getting breast cancer. God bless her! Finally, someone who listened to me, (First appointments are usually an hour long.) actually took the time to look at me, (My regular doctor wouldn’t even touch my lymph nodes.) and put a plan in place to make it happen.
Why aren’t all traditional doctors like this? That could be a slew of other posts. Don’t get me wrong. There are some great traditional docs out there. I used to have one a long time ago. It just seems to me they are fewer and farther in between.
Enjoy the Dance ;D
One of the places I love to go eat without worrying if I am going to get a bellyache… or worse… afterward is Qdoba. Now that I found the tortilla soup recipe online shared by Qdoba itself, I don’t have to wait to drive to the next town to enjoy a yummy dinner!
Want to enjoy a great gluten free dinner tonight? Try the Qdoba Tortilla Soup recipe I found here. Want to make it even hardier? Add some rice in the bottom of your bowl, scoop some tortilla soup over it, and then top it with a little cheese, a dollop of sour cream, some avocado slices, a sprinkling of cilantro and a few crushed chips. Mexican Gumbo. Yum!
Enjoy the Dance! ;D
P.S. You might try adding some beans as well. My stomach can’t take them, but a few black beans would make it extra filling.
all stuffed with fluff.
Let me tell you of the journey I went on to make this bear for my now 17-year-old Miss Independent. Three years ago she requested a crochet Winnie the Pooh for Christmas. I thought… Okay, I can do that! So I went on a search to see if anyone had done it. I found zip. I searched for a book that had a pattern and only one came up… on Ebay. A Disney Home Pooh and Friends Crochet book. Price tag: over $50 bucks! But it was my daughter, so I purchased it… and then ran out of money and time. I wrapped that little book up and put it under the Christmas tree.
A year went busily by and Christmas rolled around again. I realized that I never even got started on that bear and went out to buy the yarn. That took another big sum of money and I ran out of time so I wrapped that yarn up, put in under the tree and gave Miss Independent yarn for Christmas.
So that brings us to the Christmas just past. I really thought I was going to get out of making Pooh for her this year. (Don’t judge me… that thing is over 20 inches and has millions of stitches. Ain’t nobody got time for that!) Miss Independent came up with the idea because we are all older now (Smarty Pants is in the 5th grade… I know, where does the time go?) that we could draw names and buy one nice gift for that person. Awesome idea! Christmas was going to be tight anyway because of all the tragic summer events and this was the ticket to solving our Christmas dilemma. And what are the odds of drawing Miss Independent? 1 out of 7. Pretty good odds. I reached into the hat and pulled out my slip… Miss Independent! The fates were rooting for her and that darn Pooh Bear.
So away I went, making stitches from dawn until dusk trying to get that blasted bear done before Christmas. It didn’t happen, but I was bound and determined not to have it hanging over my head any longer. It was difficult. The pattern was either written by a crochet artist or a madman. It had barely any pictures to go on, and I kept finding myself lost. We’ll say it was one of those patterns that had to be crocheted in complete silence and everything had to come out exactly right… which by the way didn’t happen. I had to do some creative adjustments and just pray it came out looking enough like Pooh Bear that it would be accepted by it’s owner. And I am happy to say that it was.
I came out of this smarter in many ways.
1. I learned how to attach limbs right in the middle of crochet rounds rather than sewing them on in the end… neat trick. Not sure if I will use it again, but I know that I have it in my back pocket if needed.
2. I learned that I do not want to ever make another Pooh friend in this book again… ever!
3. I learned not to agree to create anything until the research is done ahead of time. Never again to I want to get in that position!
Enjoy the Dance! ;D
Check out the superhero capes I made for my niece and nephew for Christmas. Want to make your own? Here are the tutorials I researched and used when making these cool capes and masks.
- I used the blog by Lara from HowDoesShe to help me get an idea on how to make the basic cape. I knew I wanted a bigger neck for my nephew, so I increased the neck measurement in the tutorial to about 6 inches.
- I researched tons of images and found this image that I liked for the B. I did some more research and found this free font that I liked called BadaBoom BB. You can find it on dafont.com. I chose a font size to fill the whole page and printed it out.
- I appliquéd the felt circles (dinner plate) and letters before sewing the front and back of the cape (right sides together).
- Follow this link for a couple of great mask templates. I used two layers of felt to help make the masks sturdy. Rather than cutting holes like the mask suggested, I just attached elastic. I researched the average size head for a child the age of my niece and nephew and subtracted the mask length. I cut the elastic to add the difference. Example: If a child’s head is 20 inches. 20 inches – 9 inches (length of mask) = 11 inches (length to cut elastic). My niece’s mask elastic ended up being a little big… her mom easily took in the extra when it arrived at her house. :)
- So that’s it. Easy peasy. My nephew enjoyed his cape and mask so much he wore it for days. That makes me smile. :)
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