It’s been a long (and a little scary) week, but things are better now. I’ll be getting back to my routine, a new routine, starting tomorrow, at home with my boys.
As I said on Facebook yesterday, I sure do love my family. That’s all I’ll say about them for now.
I had appointments with both my psychiatrist and my therapist this week and they thought I am doing “fantastically well,” as my therapist put it. My pdoc told me to remember that I am a human being and that my illness is just something I deal with, so he wants me to stop going to two therapists. That means no more visits to the Local Friendly Mental Ward aftercare; he thought I should just go to my normal group therapy and for individual with my normal therapist. I’m okay with that, though I will miss the therapist at the hospital.
I’ve been doing a lot of knitting this week, with size 4 needles and small yarn and the shortest little circular needles I’ve ever seen. It’s different to not pop out a project within a few hours as I’ve been working on the same little hat all week long for hours and hours and I have only about a fourth of it done. I normally only work with super-bulky yarn and sizes 13-17 needles so I can breeze through projects. But the quality of the work is probably better than I usually do, too, so there’s a reason it’s taking a long time. I have finally learned how to purl, though it’s not my favorite stitch. I purl-stitched the brim of my hat but I got impatient after an inch because it was just so slow-going. So it just created a curled-under effect for the end, rather than something I can turn up and have look the same as the rest of the hat. It remains to be seen if I’ll have the patience to finish this project, but Nannie, my grandmother, has said she’s kind of curious about how it will turn out so maybe will help me finish it when I get bored. If nothing else, I can take it with me and work on it when I visit her.
That’s all for now.