Mother Always Told Me to "Accessorize"...

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But you've got demons in your closet,

And you're screaming out to stop it,

Saying life's begun to cheat you,

Friends are out to beat you,

Grab on to what you can scramble for....

("Hide in Your Shell", Supertramp)

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And so the predicted blizzard begins.

First it rained, then it froze, and then it began snowing over the frozen rain. The weather man on the news said (and I quote): "If you absolutely don't have to go out on these roads, DON'T GO!" And then Blaine, in his numbskull brilliancy, decided to drive to the grocery store......

I will be nervous until he returns. (Especially since he's driving MY truck....)

There's a picture down below of my progress on the Little Red Riding Hoodie. I'm on the body now. So many cables to do but they're relatively easy ones. They look more complicated than they are.

But it helps me to knit because I'm very worried about a medical thing. If you've been reading my Twitter you'd know that I went in for some routine labwork at the medical doctor and no sooner had I gotten home than they were calling me urgently to tell me that the scheduler would soon be calling to tell me when to come in to discuss with the doctor some "abnormality" in my labs.

And I know exactly what it is....

I had been seeing a previous doctor but I fired the asshole for being rude to me. But I fired him right after he had just found the same thing---that I had some abnormal labs. It seems that my liver labs have suddenly gone sky high when they have never done that before in my entire life--- even in my heavy drinking days. So for my liver enzymes to go astronomical when I'm sober is.....well... scary to say the least. And he did a test to see if it was any of the hepatitises but I was negative on all of them. So then he said that he thought it was one of my psych meds which has a reputation for causing liver trouble in some people.

So now I'm worried about that ---in fact I'm more than worried. I'm very terrified and frightened that it will turn out to be the fault of that particular med. So frightened and terrified that I'm not sleeping or eating---and I'm drinking too much coffee. And the reason I'm so terrified is that I really need that particular med. And I'm nervous that they'll take me off of it. I mean, I think that some of my various meds are no big deal--- but this one....this one I need.

Anyhoo, I'm knitting a lot to calm down and not fret so much about the issue until I talk to the doctor. And I'm mainly knitting a lot on the Little Red Riding Hoodie below.

And below is my attempt to allow you a closer look at the cables, but they don't show up well even though I "zoomed" the picture. For some reason my stupid photo program hasn't been "zooming" very well, which is frustrating. The "sharpen" feature is also acting up. I think it's because Blaine re-loaded the program after he did one of his computer overhauls. (I think I'll just un-install it and then re-install it MY WAY.)

I think the hoodie matches my new bag (below), don't you?

You know me---I wear funky clothes, funky accessories, funky everything. One time, my therapist Fred asked me to wear some of my knitted things to our next appointment. I thought that was an odd request for a therapist to ask. But it was right after I had innocently mentioned that I usually dress a little crazy, but that I try to keep my attire conservative when I go see him so that I don't frighten people in the waiting room. (There's other therapists and shrinks there.) But he insisted.

So I wore a psychedelic sweater that I'd knitted with un-matching sleeves, some of my un-matching socks, the jean jacket that has turned into a monster, and my beloved Bass Pro Shop knee-high rubber fishing boots (which I kicked off so he could see the socks).

And after he took one look at all this stuff he scribbled madly on his little tablet.

And I would give $100 to see what it was that he wrote.

Seriously, $100.

I mean it, I would actually pay $100.

Seriously, I would.

Hell, I'd pay $200, maybe three....

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