I really am working on the Mexico travel posts. I’m almost ready to post the ones from Querétaro. I wrote a lot of it when I was in the throes of a very bad mood so I need to edit that and add the photos I’ve edited and uploaded. I’ve vented a lot of this anger and anxiety in the last part of this post and I feel better.
This morning I woke up naturally after an enormous amount of sleep. Sometimes I just go down like that. I took a three hour nap late yesterday afternoon and then went down again for 11 hours last night! I always think of these episodes as recharging a nearly dead battery, and it has happened to me 2 or 3 times a year for years. I never known when it will hit, but usually it is after a vacation or after some intense social activity. This is a little late for vacation recharge, although I did volunteer at the gallery yesterday where another volunteer in love with the sound of his voice nattered on incessantly on all subjects. I freed myself from him and then Sandy walked in and hit it off with him instantly, of course. So I had to drag him off to go to Cafe Europa for lunch. Sometimes I have an intense need for quiet. I think that my body provided it.
I made some progress in getting rid of some books and supplies, but need to work on that more. Maybe I’ll tackle my closet today. I have so many shoes and clothes that I no longer wear. The temptation to keep old clothes is very powerful since there are so many ways that I can recycle them into art. In late July I have a workshop with Bryant Holsenbeck to learn to do the wire and recycled material animal sculptures that she’s famous for creating.
Just to prove that I DID warp up my Mirrix loom last Sunday, BOOM:
This is the first time I’ve warped it since I bought the bottom spring kit. It’s warped at 10 epi, since that’s my favorite sett and I have a lot of wool singles that I usually double or triple and mix colors with. It’s off center because at first I was warping around a bar in the back of the loom thinking that I could pull it around the frame for a longer length, as I have done with my other frame loom. Once I realized that would be difficult (but maybe not impossible) to pull the weaving around with the springs on, and it became super awkward to push the roll of warp through the space on the right, I decided that it was wide enough. I don’t have a design yet and will make one in my upcoming workshop with MJ Lord this week, so I’ll adapt my design size to this warp.
The next step that I’d LIKE to do, is to properly set up the shedding bar with leashes or string heddles so that I can work faster and more easily. I’ll look up the video instructions on the Mirrix site to do that part because it has been a long time since Archie showed me how to tie leashes and I didn’t follow up with doing it on my own. I do have a photo of him in action at Pam Patrie’s tapestry retreat from 2015: https://slowlysheturned.net/2015/05/28/tapestry-retreat-with-archie-susan-and-pam-day-two/ (I’d love to insert this link, but WordPress makes it increasingly difficult to do so.) I was so fortunate to have the opportunity to study with this master in Pam’s beautiful cabin overlooking the Pacific. I know that he used a half hitch on the outer bar between leashes as he worked from left to right, and I thought that I had a video of him doing this somewhere.
I’m really looking forward to the tapestry workshop and tapestry retreat in Elkin this coming week. The theme of the workshop is Birds, Bugs, and Butterflies, and I have had a lot of inspiration for subject matter! The opportunity to get together with other tapestry weavers is wonderful, and we always have good food. The opening of the TWS “Follow the Thread” is Friday evening in Elkin at the Yadkin Valley Fiber Art Center on Main St. It will have most of the tapestries shown at the Folk Art Center plus a few new ones. So if you read the rant section below (and please don’t if you aren’t interested in our woes), keep in mind that I feel much better now.
Reading: I started and finished The Round House by Louise Erdrich, and as usual, she did not disappoint. I began Bring Up the Bodies by Hilary Mantel. It’s been a while since I read its prequel, Wolf Hall, but I think that I know enough of the story of Anne Boleyn that it will not be hard to get back on track. By the way, according to my research on familysearch.org, Anne’s father, Thomas Boleyn, is my direct ancestor. I’ve found, however, that I could go back to my family tree next week and look at it and someone will have changed that.
HEALTH RANT ALERT:
So anyway. I went with Sandy to his endocrinologist appointment and it was quite frustrating to listen to her go through his list of medications and him repeatedly respond that he quit taking them. He knows, though, that he cannot skip his thyroid medication any more because she made it very clear. She postponed the lab he was supposed to have. I was very angry because he emphatically told me in the waiting room that he did not want me to argue about his medication. So I listened and only interjected a few times with the doctor. I also rolled my eyes behind him when he made a bullshit excuse. I’ve been trying to get him to set alarms for his medications for months and the doctor said, “Hey, you don’t have to do that! Just take it when you first get up.” So I was angry at Sandy for being self-destructive and at her for undermining a good plan of action for him.
He still has half a thyroid and his tumors in that half are very small, so it isn’t a dire situation and they may not even take out the other half. If they do, it will be next year after they’ve done another biopsy and an ultrasound. The good thing, if you can call having still one more health issue on top of the others a good thing, is that this kind of cancer is very non-aggressive and slow.
The other thing that is driving me crazy is that after a definitive diagnosis including a surgical biopsy of muscle tissue in his leg and lab results showing antibodies that are only present with polymyositis (https://www.myositis.org/about-myositis/diagnosis/blood-tests/myositis-autoantibodies/), he believes that he doesn’t have this disease and that the medication he is taking is making him worse and is completely stubborn on the subject. So he quit taking his statins, which I can understand giving that a try, but he quit taking the steroids that keep his polymyositis in check. Keep in mind that this same medication nearly cured him and sent him into remission almost two years ago, but his tests show it is back.
I won’t even go into the diabetes meds, but at least for that he finally moved to make an appointment next week with his GP’s pharmacist to find a different med. This is something I’ve pushed him to do for over a year. His A1C was extremely high.
Sorry for all the TMI but I’ve lived with this man for over 36 years, and the level he can go to in self-sabotage is a pattern. This is not the time to go there. It makes me very depressed. After a couple of days to try to get my frustration and anger under control, he obviously took note of my silences and seems to be working on taking care of it.
My anxiety is that I am not a natural nurturer and I never have been. That’s one reason we chose to be child-free. We would have been terrible parents. Now I’m looking at eldercare in my future with no long term care insurance for a man who I love dearly but he periodically decides that he knows better than doctors what is wrong with him, and he has a rare progressive muscle disease among many other serious health problems. I worry about my ability to care for him and the alterations we need to do to the house if he has to start using a wheelchair. So yeah, it might be time to go back to therapy. I just wish I could get him to go.
As far as my own health, I learned something important since coming back from vacation. I started taking ALL my meds in the morning. I’ve taken them at night for years because it’s easier for me to remember and I don’t eat anything until a few hours after I get up. And voilà! My restless legs disappeared. Boy, do I hope that this is the solution! It has been wonderful not to deal with this disruption to my sleep every night!
Now, back to travel writing.