Nothing what so ever has happened!
It’s just been a weird month that plugged into my hypochondriacal, so I’m going to die now am I, self, which only stopped yesterday afternoon.
Nope it wasn’t big.
Loads of people go through it.
BUT
I didn’t like it and I felt really really sorry for myself and really really annoyed that I was feeling sorry for myself and everything screeched to a stop as I planned for how I was going to react to my biopsy being positive.
Told you.
Hypochondriac.
Actually my doctor said that she had seen hypochondriacs and that I wasn’t one, but I’m pretty good at hiding my secret life of health anxiety so she didn’t know that I had already planned my funeral and given away all of my jewelry tools.
(Penny, you would have hit the jackpot! Especially as my imminent death didn’t stop me from buying more.)
Sooooo,
That’s about it folks.
I made it.
I’m still here.
And now that’s over I’m going to take my jewelry to the next level.
Again.
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In other new.
My dad’s here so that has also slowed down my days.
But I did manage to finish a piece for Leslie.
I’ve also finished a second piece for Leslie to consider, but I don’t like it and can’t concentrate as much as I would like to at the moment on making something better.
And before dad arrived I made a chain.
My first.
And I was pretty darn pleased with myself.
I started on a double one, but got the gauge wrong and haven’t been able to start another yet.
If you want to make chains this is a really good dvd.
And they’re really not as fiddly as you think they’re going to be.
Of course I haven’t got on to the triple double o.m.g. one yet so I’ll have to get back to you on that.
Throughout my trauma Spud has slept.
Without a care in the world.
Just to rub it in.
But I still love her.
Even though I had to restock on phone charging wires and computer leads.
She doesn’t discriminate. P’s leads are as much in danger as mine.
And she comes onto the bed at all hours of the night when she decides she needs to spend a couple of hours purring next to a human head at decibels exceeding those made by a pneumatic drill.
It’s all good.
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And finally, to all of my cyber friends who need a boost.
I have found our new motto…
May all your s#@* be amazing…
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