We have a diagnosis

Hello all.  I made it to Cleveland Clinic, with a speeding ticket, and several where-the-hell-are-we incidents.  On a four lane road in town almost bumper to bumper, going along with the traffic speed, we were singled out going 40 instead of 25.  Well so was everyone else!  That bitch in the GPS was not cooperating with the route we wanted, and retaliated on the way home when it took my husband an hour off course.  But he made it home.  I'll be here for the week, go home on the weekend, come back next week for her aortic valve replacement surgery.  If all goes well, she will be in ICU for 3 days and then another room for 4 more.  I'll have to get a hotel for those first three.  The doctor is 99% sure that is her problem.  The echocardiogram done here was vastly more detailed from the one at the prior hospital several days ago.  There, they told her the valve was not bad enough to be treated at this point.  Good thing we came here.  But.  She had all these other procedures and surgeries, being told they would fix the problem (they were sure of it) and none did.  She is concerned of going though such a major and serious operation, only to be disappointed again.  Being that it's Cleveland Clinic, we are pretty sure that won't be the case.  I am in awe of this place.  I went down to the main floor and walked around, found a Starbucks, Subway, McDonalds (sweet tea, baby!) food, and shops.  And a relaxation area with pianos and a swaying lit tree that just calms you in a minute. 

For mom, we had the tall bubbling fish tube with lights.  You can control the bubbles from slow to fast and watching the little fake fish slowly move in the bubbles always calmed her down.  This tree did it for me.  I want to take Carole down to see it but she is having a left heart catheterization tomorrow and another involved test Thursday.  Maybe in the evening when less people are milling around.

I brought my stitching and will work on Harriet but also started Notforgotten's Pennsylvania Pillowe.

Have a good one!

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The 5 am phone call

I took an Ativan last night about 2am to calm down and help me sleep.  So when I was awakened at 5am this morning, my head felt like a watermelon.  She was being transferred to Cleveland Clinic, two hours from here, by her primary care physician.  He had been on a holiday vacation, just got back, and contacted the Clinic when he saw her this morning.  After the mild weather for the last month, today is frigid, windy, with a layer of ice from days of rain beneath a layer of snow.  Mark will take off work tomorrow and drive me there, I will stay at a hotel that has shuttle service to the Clinic.  I understand that area will be getting 5-8" of snow and do not want to be driving myself.  By the time she is admitted, sees a doctor, tests are reviewed, I doubt anything will take place today but if so, he will leave work early and we'll go.  I've done online research every evening and the doctors here seem to have the same conclusion.  Sudden and severe heart failure which is why she is unable to breathe with movement or lying down.  I believe that the torsades incident and being paddled 9 times damaged the heart and it's worsened ever since, even after the drastic AV node ablation that we now know was not necessary. We are cautious in thinking they will be able to help her.  Her tears and fears of dying are making me physically ill, and I need to suck it up.  I may be a bitch but I'm also an emotional wimp, and watching my Dad gasp for air for weeks is being replayed with her. 

 

 Thank you all for your prayers and good wishes.

 

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Edit - she just called.  Her room is better than a hotel, full sofa, two recliners, tables, cupboards, beautiful bath, and I'm invited to sleep on the pull out sofa.  She is very impressed with the nurses and doctor already.

Slow progress

Hi everyone.  Hope your weekend was restful. 

Here's my progress on green Harriet.  Am I happy with my color choice?  No.  Whenever I get around to upholstery or buying new, I want olive, rust, eggplant, and thought this sampler would be a nice change from the mostly blues and reds of my others. The chart photo's very dark thread contrast is what drew me to it in the first place and I thought this color would be dark enough.  Maybe I'll change my mind and start over with black or very dark green instead of the 3011.  Who knows?  Too many things on my mind right now to think about it.

 

 

I made many errors in placement.  The two biggest -  #1 ... top alpha line was off  from the border so I ripped it out and started it again, only to find that  #2 ... the border was off also so I ripped that out.  On the second inside dividing line, I started it from the right edge instead of left and worked back.  I've never done that before, and you can see I am off by one stitch.  Very minor and doesn't matter to me though.

 

 

 From all the meals and desserts I had planned but never materialized, my fridge and freezer are loaded.  Instead of the filled clothespin cookies, I used the puff pastry sheets to make my own version of Barry's Bakery twists.  I haven't seen them around here for years and we love them.  

Mine didn't have quite enough sugar and cinnamon but they're still good.  I didn't think about the melting sugar and should have lined the sheets with parchment paper so the first batch was stuck.  Right now, there is an apple pie in the oven.  Smoked kielbasa, green bell and hot peppers, red potatoes and onion halves are in the crockpot.   I took Carole fresh raspberries this morning and they were wonderfully sweet.  She has a private room this time at the end of the hall so I hope they don't move her elsewhere.  As I'm typing, the timer is going off.  So here she is. 

 

Hope your week gets off to a great start. 

Mine will have that white crap and very cold temps.

I'm sorry I haven't been reading blogs and answering emails.  When I can relax for a bit, I'll catch up.

Thanks for visiting.

 

 

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Happy New Year

Just a quick note to wish you blessings and health and happiness in 2015, fifteen years after Y2K.  Fifteen.  My head spins, but not fast enough to miss that piece of chocolate.  Really wanted to make an effort and cut down on sugar this year.  Chris was released from the hospital, still no biopsy results (its been over a week and I'm nervous), and we planned to have our Christmas dinner this Sunday.  He was home for two days before Carole was rushed back in yesterday.  I don't have answers, they don't either at this point.  The AV node ablation may not have been successful, she is in and out of V-tach, having PVCs, the third lead of the pacemaker takes a few months before optimal performance, and she is totally disgusted.  Needless to say, the third plan for Christmas is once again cancelled.

 

My first order and new chart of the year is Anna Eliza Abe, this little darling from Threads of Gold.  You can call or email Em-Li's for the chart.  I mentioned her in a prior post, put her on my list (the list of many that are never found) and forgot to add her to my prior order.  Happened to see a photo and ordered it before I forgot once again.  Darling.  Sweet. Little.

 

Have a relaxing weekend.

Thanks for visiting.

 

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It was only one decision!

And I still couldn't make it. 

 

 

Roses are red,

violets are blue,

I chose neither,

so green is the hue.

 

I think the grayish green of 3011 would make a great monotone sampler with the dark frame I have in mind.  Chose the lighter 32 count linen and set aside the red floss on the unbleached piece.  My overdyed floss is probably not enough to complete the project and ordering another skein would never be close.  I don't want to wait for a new order to come in because I am almost at the point that I don't even care about samplers.  Did I just say that?  Yes.  If I take even a short break, it will become much longer than I plan.

 

Thank you for the good wishes and prayers, once again, for nephew Chris. He has been diagnosed, it's very serious, and he is still in the hospital. 

 

 I'm sure others have these sudden moments, sort of a reality check, taking in events and the past.  I came out of the shower, wrapped a towel around, and went to the vanity.  Did you ever just stand in front of a mirror and stare at yourself?  How the face and body has changed?  Wondering what is next?  Where did the years go?  I buried my face into my hands and just stood there.  Slowly I pulled open my hands, stroking the sides of my face, revealing it once again.  I stood there looking in the mirror, and thought........

this is how I would look after a facelift.  Make an appointment.  Soon.

 

See 'ya later.  Any bets on color changes?

 

Thanks for visiting.

 

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The Magma is loaded

Greetings fellow menopausians, stitchers, friends, and readers.  Instead of browsing the stash I chose one of the last samplers I ordered.  She's not too large, simple, and monotone.  Perfect for taking to the hospital without all the floss bags of colors. 

Only question - should I use luscious 3857, or the gray that looks blue 413?  Eliza Laidman was Uniform Blue which is just like 413 and I really love it, but would I want another the same?  In a different room, yes.  So I have just one decision to make and probably won't until I pull it out to start.

 

 Start what?  Harriet Hazlin from The Sampler House.  This was stitched over one as a miniature but can of course be stitched over two as I will do.  Finished size on 30 count will be about 9.5" x 7.5".  Stitching on 32-35 count would probably make it perfect for a standard 8x10 frame.   I just thought of that but I already cut a piece off my Scarlet Letter yardage and that hurt.  Hurts bad.  I rarely frame any more but this could be added to my framed group.  Damn.  I don't know why but cutting linen is very distressing to me.  Maybe I should just take a pill and cut a piece of a higher count.

 

 

I put clear shipping tape over the Velcro tabs on the Magma.  When I was working on Isobel's ornament, every time I needed to get into the pouch the loud noise woke him up and aggravated me.  Folding the tape over to the outside works really well. 

I wanted to show that ornament finish but alas, it is hiding somewhere.  Isn't alas a goofy word?  Anyway, I'll find it when I have time.

 

Have a great week!

Thanks for visiting.

 

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