This is my first Christmas as a real knitter. Suffice to say, its a pretty classic story of how everyone I know is getting knitwear this year.
More details later, after Christmas, I suppose. Fantine came along like a horserace, and then I had to learn how to pick up stitches for the sleeves. This lesson has not gone nearly as well as the crossed stitches lesson, and she currently drapes Seth’s old favorite rocking chair. I’m not giving up; its just that the Christmas gifts are taking up all my alloted knitting time for now. The good news is that French Girl came through yet again with Violette, teaching me cables without telling me it was teaching me cables.
School is looking up. I’m not so far behind in my PDR; had a great meeting with my professor, and she loved my client memo. I’m beginning to have regular meetings with my client and I’m at a good point in my lit review. This is not to say that things are well. After 6 months of vague gall bladder symptoms (you know, the ones listed at the bottom of the webpage as “other symptoms can include”) I had my first attack two nights ago. It was scary.
I know I left off at this blog with the HIDA scan back in late September or early October. A quick recap, since I’m doing a much better job of documenting this stuff over at myspace than I am here:
Had the HIDA, with no ejection fraction (an injection that can cause a lot of pain.) The radioactive tracer moved from the liver to the gallbladder quite normally; transit from the gallbladder to the small intestines was a different story. When my doctor saw the results, he scheduled me for endoscopic surgery, an ERCP. On the day of consultation with my surgeon, I woke with a pain in my back on the right side as if someone had kicked me as hard as they could. I went to the ER, met my surgeon’s colleague, and found that he had the same name as my recently departed cat, Seth. He became my new surgeon. A week later I had the ERCP. I got to stay in the hospital for a night. Ewww. The pain went away; it was replaced by surgery pain for about five days. The bloating and stomach aches went away too, for about a week, and then we were back to our regular routine. Since the ERCP, I’ve visited the ER one more time, for an echo of the pre-ERCP pain, managing to miss an Econ exam, and then there was the attack just the other night. But I’m marching on.
Urban danger will soon have two bloggers. We’re working out the details now. Instead of one advanced-beginner going on and on about her knitting, we will soon offer you two. For reals.
