Are any of you experienced in dealing with "disorders" like Depression, ADHD or OCD?
I've been working at getting mine under control, whatever it is.
I'm going to try listing the benefits.
Kind of a "count your blessings" exercise.
This may take several days and many postings.
I don't expect to get it right the first time.
(And you have no idea how hard it is for me to let people possibly see something that isn't perfect and finished.)
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Hospital Knitting ... again
Having a loved one in the hospital really brings out my knitting obsession. But, I think it's a good thing. It gets be to sit still. Knitting lets me "reward" myself for conquering my fear of hospitals. The almost impercetable swish of the needles and yarn lets me tune out the Hospital Noises and focus on my loved one and what she's saying, or not saying.
Has anyone else noticed how loud the Hospitals are? All those beeps and bells and alarms? The nurses don't seem to notice them at all. I finally asked one of the nurses, and was told that each sound has a "meaning". And that not all of them need to be "answered". Some are just signals to let you know that something has finished. Like an IV has finished it's dose, and may or may not need to be changed sometime in the next hour or so... ? ?
So, is it kind of like baby cries/noises? You learn to hear and recognize some of the noises as not requiring action.
Or the buzzer on the dryer? Or the miscrowave? The dryer dings to let you know that the laundry is dry, and could be taken out if you want to have wrinkle free shirts. The microwave says the water is ready for your tea, but it can sit in there all day, quite safely, if you've already left for work.
As opposed to the buzzer on the oven timer? The oven must be attended to right now! Pull out those cookies before they burn! That Broiling Chicken could become Flaming Wings, setting off smoke detectors, smoke everywhere, maybe a house fire (eventually)......
There's even a beeper much like a back-up warning on a dump-truck that lets you know when a nurse is moving the little Computer-On-Wheels around from one room to another.
There's even a "blind warning device" at a cross walk intersection downtown. It a short post that beeps (or chirps) every 5 seconds. Presumably so a bling person knows there's an intersection and street traffic. Maybe they can find the crossing light button by homing in on it? Personally, it makes me want to avoid that part of downtown.
Getting Rest in a Hospital has always been one of the most contradictory terms to ever disturb me.
And that's saying something.
Has anyone else noticed how loud the Hospitals are? All those beeps and bells and alarms? The nurses don't seem to notice them at all. I finally asked one of the nurses, and was told that each sound has a "meaning". And that not all of them need to be "answered". Some are just signals to let you know that something has finished. Like an IV has finished it's dose, and may or may not need to be changed sometime in the next hour or so... ? ?
So, is it kind of like baby cries/noises? You learn to hear and recognize some of the noises as not requiring action.
Or the buzzer on the dryer? Or the miscrowave? The dryer dings to let you know that the laundry is dry, and could be taken out if you want to have wrinkle free shirts. The microwave says the water is ready for your tea, but it can sit in there all day, quite safely, if you've already left for work.
As opposed to the buzzer on the oven timer? The oven must be attended to right now! Pull out those cookies before they burn! That Broiling Chicken could become Flaming Wings, setting off smoke detectors, smoke everywhere, maybe a house fire (eventually)......
There's even a beeper much like a back-up warning on a dump-truck that lets you know when a nurse is moving the little Computer-On-Wheels around from one room to another.
There's even a "blind warning device" at a cross walk intersection downtown. It a short post that beeps (or chirps) every 5 seconds. Presumably so a bling person knows there's an intersection and street traffic. Maybe they can find the crossing light button by homing in on it? Personally, it makes me want to avoid that part of downtown.
Getting Rest in a Hospital has always been one of the most contradictory terms to ever disturb me.
And that's saying something.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Swiffer knit therapy: No Fault Insurance for Hoarding Therapy
I just found this very cool stash-busting therapeutic knitting project at stitchtherapybrooklyn.blogspot.com on swiffer-knits by stopek.html .
The recommended yarn is "acrylic", and who of us doesn't have some acrylic yarn we regret buying stashed away somewhere? I saw a mountain of it for $1 a pound at the thrift store today.
And "NO, I did NOT buy ANY". (I knew you would ask.)
My early eBay shopping exploits are some of the classic doozies of splurges on things that looked good online, and ended up being something else entirely upon receipt. My best example was a "soft blue" that was only "soft" in its color. The acrylic was somewhere between sandpaper and barbed wire in texture. "Phentex" was also a yarn that I had no experience with that did not live up to expectations. Therefore, I have a lot of yarn that I can't get rid of and can't use. But, to get out of the hoarding mess I'm in, I need to do something with it.
The flip side of this conundrum is the OCD issues that I have with knitting. I believe it would be very therapeutic to knit without worry. Without perfection. Throwing caution to the wind. There should be a freedom in using a swiffer cloth as a testing object and not caring if there’s a mistake while I’m learning a new stitch. I cannot imagine, in even my warped little mind, anyone that would be judgmental of a cloth to be used to scrub the floor. I realize that pot-holders and dishcloths are supposed to serve that function. But, I have people that are very opinionated on what a “proper” pot-holder is, and how a dishcloth should be constructed. I recently found out that my MIL wasn’t using the hot-pad I had spun, knit and felted expressly for the purpose of holding hot dishes on the table. Her reasoning: she didn’t think it was washable. So much for giving her something she could use every day.
Anyway, swiffer-cloths may be my new laboratory.
The recommended yarn is "acrylic", and who of us doesn't have some acrylic yarn we regret buying stashed away somewhere? I saw a mountain of it for $1 a pound at the thrift store today.
And "NO, I did NOT buy ANY". (I knew you would ask.)
My early eBay shopping exploits are some of the classic doozies of splurges on things that looked good online, and ended up being something else entirely upon receipt. My best example was a "soft blue" that was only "soft" in its color. The acrylic was somewhere between sandpaper and barbed wire in texture. "Phentex" was also a yarn that I had no experience with that did not live up to expectations. Therefore, I have a lot of yarn that I can't get rid of and can't use. But, to get out of the hoarding mess I'm in, I need to do something with it.
The flip side of this conundrum is the OCD issues that I have with knitting. I believe it would be very therapeutic to knit without worry. Without perfection. Throwing caution to the wind. There should be a freedom in using a swiffer cloth as a testing object and not caring if there’s a mistake while I’m learning a new stitch. I cannot imagine, in even my warped little mind, anyone that would be judgmental of a cloth to be used to scrub the floor. I realize that pot-holders and dishcloths are supposed to serve that function. But, I have people that are very opinionated on what a “proper” pot-holder is, and how a dishcloth should be constructed. I recently found out that my MIL wasn’t using the hot-pad I had spun, knit and felted expressly for the purpose of holding hot dishes on the table. Her reasoning: she didn’t think it was washable. So much for giving her something she could use every day.
Anyway, swiffer-cloths may be my new laboratory.
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