The last time I posted, I was having such a good day. My brain was working, really working! My concentration levels were pretty good and I achieved actual STUFF.
It's all gone a bit downhill since.
The GP's best guess (cos I couldn't get an appointment to see my usual doc) is that I'm having a bad fibromyalgia flare up combined with a viral infection. The fibro has been attacking my feet, so much so that walking has been dreadfully painful, even just around my home. This is the first time I've been online since my last post, which is so unlike me. I don't like taking painkillers, but the doctor has given me some pills (usually I just have over the counter pain relief, combined with hot baths, etc).
The essay? Unfinished. I'm going to try working on it tomorrow but if I have to take painkillers I'll be sleeping instead.
I feel rotten emotionally as well. I felt I was making progress and now I'm knocked back on my bum again. I hate being ill, I'm such a bad patient, and the less I can do, the more depressed I feel. I've passed time by leafing through my craft books & magazines and planning what I want to make.
The title applies to my crochet as well. I started work on a little crochet baby jacket last night, I already know the stitch pattern so I thought it would be within my current capabilities. Alas! The amount of work I've put in to it so far should have resulted in a complete garment, if I hadn't had to regularly frog because I'd made a mistake. I want to the enter this jacket into the Flower Show later in the year so it has to be perfect.
I've got to go rest again - this amount of typing has worn me out.