...is not a lot. Well, it is but it isn't.
My brother is gradually improving. He's about half in the medicated coma, now; they adjust it. On bad days, for whatever reason, when his heart rate goes up, they medicate him more. He's been communicating just a bit, and things continue to gradually improve.
I am going to rag on him so bad about his insanely elaborate method of quitting smoking. He has no idea. He's got a trach tube in so he can't talk; he NEEDS to be conscious so I can take advantage of his inability to argue. Oooooh, I'm gonna go all Little Sister on him.
In the midst of running to Ohio every time I turn around (okay, once a week, but it seems like more), I'm also doing an elaborate evaluation with my pain clinic. I was supposed to do it when I first started there, but I thought things were insane then (ha) and put it off. I've finally admitted to myself that life is unlikely to calm down, and am just doing it.
So far I've done evaluations with psychology and physical therapy. Psych makes sense for a lot of reasons; attitude has a whole lot to do with pain control, not to mention they need to cover their own butts in terms of all the medication they give out. Physical therapy I was feeling rather surly about. I thought I was being polite. I WAS TRYING TO BE. I SWEAR. But the therapist said right off "I know you have hand problems, but your hand is attached to the rest of your body." When put that way, well, you can hardly argue. I didn't.
It looks like I'm going to be doing PT again. Sigh. My occupational therapy appointment is tomorrow, then they all get together Thursday and figure out what they want to do with/about me.
The only awesome thing about all this is that I drive past the yarn store every trip.
Oh, and they think working on my spine and shoulder may lesson some of the nerve damage symptoms. That won't be pleasant, but there should be a payoff. I hope.
I've been knitting. Really simple, basic stuff, because I'm otherwise insane. But that old adage "I knit so I don't kill people" has never been more true around here. (REALLY need to get that tee shirt.)
The rainbow batt that I spun? It did get knit into a scarf.
The Goobie was delirious with joy when I gave it to her. Hasn't really been cold enough to wear yet, but it's nice and soft so she'll wear it this winter for sure.
I finished a pair of socks. According to the ball bands, those are from the same dye lot.
If they really are, I will eat the pair. Will wear them to OT tomorrow, and take a skein of yarn. Have started another pair. They are simple stockinette, warm, and awesome in their simplicity. Why was I doing all that complicated stuff, all these years?
Now working on a scarf, with this garish yarn I got at the yarn shop the other day:
It is a 100% pure reeled silk roving-type yarn. One of the ones I love but don't knit with often because they're super hot and pill like mad. I don't care. This is a process knit and I am doing it entirely for tactile pleasure. Yum.
Home schooling continues apace. Have two more tests for this year's worth of school to finish. I'd wanted it done by the start of November (today), but live intruded. Hopefully by the end of the week.
I'm going to try to get back into the habit of blogging daily. I can find SOMETHING to blog about, and hopefully it will distract me from the crazy. I hope. Either that or I will share the crazy! Bwah! Fear it!