There has been little to report. I mean, on Tuesday afternoon I have to put a lidocaine cream onto my breasts so that they can put a needle into them to inject radioactive (at times, I exaggerate) dye. Then Wednesday morning, Mark and I will get up sometime around 4am to get to the hospital at 0530 for an 0730 case. They'll take my boobs off and put tissue expanders in, then wrap up my chest with Coban, which I have to mostly keep that way for the first 48 hours.
In case you're curious, these are what fake boobs look like. The ones with ports are the tissue expanders.
In case you're curious, these are what fake boobs look like. The ones with ports are the tissue expanders.
I appreciate the people that have been reaching out to me, sometimes just to say hey. I'm bad at responding, because some days I'm just living in this cave I find it hard to get out of. And when I do get out, I'm using my energy to make art. Or craft. Whatever.
I didn't go back to work this month. I don't think it would have been a good thing, or worth it in the long wrong.
I've been arguing with Cigna, and finally got a different representative because I used the word 'legal' in a polite email. They've extended my short term disability, as requested.
I have started a true fiber art project. I finished the bed-sized crocheted blanket, which took 26 skeins. The thing that bothers me about it is that I had to wash it before finished, and it felted. So I don't love it as much as I want to.
I'm now making small (12"ish x 24"ish) art quilts. The total project is twelve of them, using a crocheted element symbol (i.e. a motif I liked), and quilted/foundation pieced base, with applique and couching yarn onto the quilted surface and stuff. It might be totally awesome when I'm done, and it might be a mess.
When I have energy, I sew, when I don't, I crochet. (The only problem with this is the initial crochet pieces are almost done). I'm hoping that once I've completed the quilt tops, I'll be able to do handwork (I'm going to hand quilt) when I don't have much energy.
I didn't go back to work this month. I don't think it would have been a good thing, or worth it in the long wrong.
I've been arguing with Cigna, and finally got a different representative because I used the word 'legal' in a polite email. They've extended my short term disability, as requested.
I have started a true fiber art project. I finished the bed-sized crocheted blanket, which took 26 skeins. The thing that bothers me about it is that I had to wash it before finished, and it felted. So I don't love it as much as I want to.
I'm now making small (12"ish x 24"ish) art quilts. The total project is twelve of them, using a crocheted element symbol (i.e. a motif I liked), and quilted/foundation pieced base, with applique and couching yarn onto the quilted surface and stuff. It might be totally awesome when I'm done, and it might be a mess.
When I have energy, I sew, when I don't, I crochet. (The only problem with this is the initial crochet pieces are almost done). I'm hoping that once I've completed the quilt tops, I'll be able to do handwork (I'm going to hand quilt) when I don't have much energy.
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I'll post photos as the project progresses, because I'm sure it's difficult to envision just from these pieces.
Wish me luck this week. They'll send me home Friday, maybe Thursday. To come home and convalesce some more.
I gotta get sewing.
Wish me luck this week. They'll send me home Friday, maybe Thursday. To come home and convalesce some more.
I gotta get sewing.
