So my last post is from the end of Frocktober! That's quite a while ago. I ended up making $641 for Frocktober, which is pretty good! So why haven't I posted for like a month?
Firstly, Frocktober totally burnt me out. I haven't taken any photos of myself in this whole time, no photos of my projects, no instagrams! I've just been going along doing my normal work things and home things. After sharing so much I just wanted a bit of privacy, you know?
Then Charles went away to America for 2 weeks to go to PASIC - a percussion convention. During that time, I had one good night's sleep. I don't know what came over me, it was stupid. Also he's my photographer, so even if I'd wanted to take photos I couldn't!
Last Saturday we performed at Voices in the Forest, a huge opera pops concert at the National Arboretum. Right now it's more like "Voices in the Saplings" because of course the trees all burnt down 10 years ago and are still little. It's a fantastic place though - high above the rest of Canberra, you can see for miles and miles. It's spectacular. The concert was good too!
Then on Sunday I woke up with this terrible pain in my stomach. It was so bad I couldn't get out of bed. On Sunday night Charles took me to emergency at Calvary hospital and I stayed overnight for observation. It's pretty traumatic staying in Emergency because everyone's so terribly sick. People were much sicker than me. And gosh! Hospitals go through a lot of sick bags. Everyone was so spewy (except me). Charles left around 1am, I felt so bad for him, he had to get up at 6 for school!
The entire time I was in there I was hooked up to this heartbeat monitor, which beeps annoyingly when your heartrate either stops or goes too high. Because I was of a slightly nervous disposition (i.e. totally flipping the heck out) my machine was beeping pretty much all the time, the nurse had to set it to a higher tolerance! My heartrate was almost always over 100, and in the day almost always over 110. For musicians, that's a fairly moderate march tempo.
Mum and dad came to be with me first thing in the morning. Everyone thought I had appendicitis, but some things didn't fit. I wasn't nauseous or feverish and I didn't have reboud pain (more pain when you release pressure than when you press on the spot), and I was hungry. I just had pain. They put several litres of water in me via a canular so I could have an ultrasound on a full bladder (they press so hard in the ultrasound I'm surprised I didn't wet my pants, sorry TMI).
So they were about to operate on Monday afternoon when the radiology report came back from my ultrasound, saying that I have an inflammation in my terminal ileum. So your terminal ileum is close to your appendix, it's the last part of your small intestine. And mine was all swollen and tender. So they said "go home and come back if it gets worse". With some assisstance I walked out of there. They don't know why it was sore.
I took two days off teaching (which is a total pain in the butt when you're self-employed) and now I'm mostly back to normal. I'm pretty tired still from the ordeal, and my tummy hurts a little still.
I have been doing projects - I made another Miette cardigan (this time in black - which attracts every piece of dust in my vicinity), I've been working on another jumper, finished my two assessment garments for CIT… and haven't blogged any of it. Here are some dodgy phone photos of my projects!
Hope you've been having a good month! Bring on Christmas!
Firstly, Frocktober totally burnt me out. I haven't taken any photos of myself in this whole time, no photos of my projects, no instagrams! I've just been going along doing my normal work things and home things. After sharing so much I just wanted a bit of privacy, you know?
Then Charles went away to America for 2 weeks to go to PASIC - a percussion convention. During that time, I had one good night's sleep. I don't know what came over me, it was stupid. Also he's my photographer, so even if I'd wanted to take photos I couldn't!
Last Saturday we performed at Voices in the Forest, a huge opera pops concert at the National Arboretum. Right now it's more like "Voices in the Saplings" because of course the trees all burnt down 10 years ago and are still little. It's a fantastic place though - high above the rest of Canberra, you can see for miles and miles. It's spectacular. The concert was good too!
Then on Sunday I woke up with this terrible pain in my stomach. It was so bad I couldn't get out of bed. On Sunday night Charles took me to emergency at Calvary hospital and I stayed overnight for observation. It's pretty traumatic staying in Emergency because everyone's so terribly sick. People were much sicker than me. And gosh! Hospitals go through a lot of sick bags. Everyone was so spewy (except me). Charles left around 1am, I felt so bad for him, he had to get up at 6 for school!
The entire time I was in there I was hooked up to this heartbeat monitor, which beeps annoyingly when your heartrate either stops or goes too high. Because I was of a slightly nervous disposition (i.e. totally flipping the heck out) my machine was beeping pretty much all the time, the nurse had to set it to a higher tolerance! My heartrate was almost always over 100, and in the day almost always over 110. For musicians, that's a fairly moderate march tempo.
Mum and dad came to be with me first thing in the morning. Everyone thought I had appendicitis, but some things didn't fit. I wasn't nauseous or feverish and I didn't have reboud pain (more pain when you release pressure than when you press on the spot), and I was hungry. I just had pain. They put several litres of water in me via a canular so I could have an ultrasound on a full bladder (they press so hard in the ultrasound I'm surprised I didn't wet my pants, sorry TMI).
So they were about to operate on Monday afternoon when the radiology report came back from my ultrasound, saying that I have an inflammation in my terminal ileum. So your terminal ileum is close to your appendix, it's the last part of your small intestine. And mine was all swollen and tender. So they said "go home and come back if it gets worse". With some assisstance I walked out of there. They don't know why it was sore.
I took two days off teaching (which is a total pain in the butt when you're self-employed) and now I'm mostly back to normal. I'm pretty tired still from the ordeal, and my tummy hurts a little still.
I have been doing projects - I made another Miette cardigan (this time in black - which attracts every piece of dust in my vicinity), I've been working on another jumper, finished my two assessment garments for CIT… and haven't blogged any of it. Here are some dodgy phone photos of my projects!
