Medical arse covering

I know that this blog is called the Myasthenia Kid and yet of late I barely mention any Myasthenia like symptoms. Let me assure you I suffer almost every day with MG like symptoms. I think after my treatment at the hands of Doctors in 2009 and 2010, I just shut down. Those doctors who were the supposed experts did such psychological damage to me that I struggle even now ten years later to vocalise when the MG symptoms strike.

Currently the ptosis I suffer with ( daily to varying degrees) has been diagnosed as idiopathic hemifacial spasms ( and they ignore the fact that mestinon cures these “spasms” in around 20-30 minutes). The treatment suggested back in 2017 was Botox injections, funnily enough though no one has stepped up to do these injections, could that be because 1. I don’t have spasms my face is paralysed and 2. Botox and MG are contraindicated?

Its like the home oxygen supply I have,  apparently I don’t have any issues with my breathing well other than the suggested breath holding by the twat of a pulmanologist I saw ten years ago….. yet I have an oxygen cylinder and an oxygen concentrator. Do you see the running thread here at all? One might suggest there was a hell of a lot of ass covering going on here.

I have breathing problems on quite a regular basis. A lot of the time the shortness of breath can be alleviated with a booster dose of mestinon… you know the tablet that doesn’t work. On my very bad days I will use my oxygen concentrator. Tonight maybe one of those nights. I know why this is happening it is because I have been pushing myself so hard physically the last few days trying to get jobs completed. It’s the first time in around a year that I have done this much and as usual I have totally ignored the fact it will knock me on my ass.

Due to me having PoTs I take mestinon (also known as pyridostigmine bromide). It raises standing blood pressure, I can’t say that I have noticed any effect on my blood pressure but it really helps with the Ptosis and muscle strength which I lose as the day goes on. But obviously the muscle strength thing is all in my head and the ptosis resolving is the placebo effect. I just think it is another case of arse covering.

Some days when things are really bad the mestinon does nothing. It doesn’t help the breathing or the ptosis. Those days I stay in bed and pray that I don’t need the hospital. Years ago I told Jay no more trips to hospital unless I was unconscious or I asked specifically asked. I don’t do hospitals anymore because I always get treated like I am a time waster who “thinks” I have Myasthenia Gravis. 

Even though I have multiple conditions now diagnosed, some doctors still ignore all that – even with the positive test results and jump straight onto the fact that I was diagnosed by a neurologist with somatiform disorder – notice I say a neurologist. Which is a bit like asking a cardiologist to do spinal surgery.  They also like to bring up my mini breakdown in 1999 – yes 20 years ago and use that as a reason why I am unwell. Despite the fact I went many years without any depression due to the hard work I put in through two years of counselling and CBT.

Yes at the moment I am suffering with depression and anxiety which I would consider perfectly normal considering the losses I have dealt with in the last two years. I have lost 4 friends, my grandmother and my three dogs. Obviously Frankie and Mollie passing within 7 days of each other really knocked me back. I ended up speaking to a doctor last week – more on that in a second, and had my antidepressant dose raised and was given some diazepam for when I can’t get out of the panic cycle. Thankfully since the antidepressants have been increased and I have the diazepam I have been feeling quite a bit better. It’s just as well as I have to be honest I really wasn’t coping, I was doing a great job of masking it and some people can’t get their heads around high functioning depression. Believe me I can keep going even when I feel dead inside. It takes a lot for me to finally crumble. And last week it finally happened.

Anyway a slight diversion just for a laugh, I am on the phone breaking my heart to this doctor, saying about the panic attacks, the anxiety, the grief and the depression. I kid you not I was asked if I had considered taking Kalms (  see what they are here ) and then the piece de resistance had I tried rescue remedy (here ) if I hadn’t been breaking my heart I would have launched at her. What the hell was she doing ??? look at the medications I am on does she not think that I am way past some fucking Kalms and 3 drops of rescue remedy? I couldn’t get off the phone quick enough, despite that she still managed to bang on about using meditation. I pointed out it doesn’t work for me and leaves me feeling worse.

I do a guided meditation when I can’t sleep and my mind goes nuts with useless information flying through it. It makes me seriously worry that if someone was suicidal this berk would have offered them St Johns Wort and wondered why they hung themselves. Obviously the last sentence isn’t funny its a genuine concern, when depression isn’t taken seriously and the problem here was a locum gp who wasn’t aware of my magnificent mental health history, they may try to fob someone off with mindfulness. Mindfulness is fine when people feel a bit down or stressed but it won’t treat someone who is very / severely depressed. Same as rescue remedy will not treat Generalised anxiety disorder or OCD. It is only because I can and do speak up for myself that I got what I needed, increased meds and some extra meds. I knew I just needed a bit of breathing space to put myself back together. Had I not forced the issue, well I don’t want to think about it really because I was teetering on the edge of becoming seriously unwell.

Anyway I digress, don’t I always. The way I have been treated by the medical profession especially any time that Myasthenia Gravis is raised has left me with a fear of doctors and a phobia of hospitals. I have spoken to so many other people with chronic illnesses who say the same. We stop going to the doctor because we know we will be fobbed off.

Take the doctor in July who told me the pain in my neck and the numbness in my arm was stress. In December I went back, because I was now losing my grip and the numbness was worse and I am told I have an impinged nerve, I need physio but the doctor believes I will probably need surgery to decompress the nerve. Thankfully I have avoided that by paying to see my private Physio. Someone who works with me and lets me know that she understands I know my limitations and she can’t push me.

So no the MG symptoms haven’t disappeared I doubt they ever will. They will just be a host of additional symptoms that no one is prepared to say without a positive SFEMG or blood test what it is and lots of medical arse covering will take place.

Me on Monday afternoon. Does this look like a spasm to you or paralysis? As you can see both eyes are trying to close. My right pupil has drifted to the side of my eye socket. The left eye is desperately trying to stay open by pulling the eyebrow up but as you can see the eyelid is trying to close. The fuckwittery I have to deal with is outstanding!

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Consultant Letters

A few weeks ago I requested all my consultant letters from 2015 onwards. I like to have copies of things as it keeps me straight, doctors are human beings and things get missed. However I wasn’t quite prepared for the amount of untruths, information about my health that had never been passed onto me and test results that had needed urgent action that had never been acted upon. I spent around 30 minutes just having a quick read through, as you can imagine there were probably  100 of pages of information – most of it irrelevant just showing what prescriptions I had ordered and when. But if I found all this in 30 minutes what else is lurking in my notes that hasn’t been acted upon, is a major untruth or I have never been told?

 

I want to state for the record I have no problem at all with my gp surgery, the things i have spoken about should have been relayed to me by my various hospital consultants. I can understand why my gp didn’t bother telling me about the arsehole I saw in 2015 whose letter is so full of mistruths that I wonder if it was actually my appointment he was reporting on, my gp at the time was probably concerned for my mental health. Although we did have an appointment quite soon after seeing this doctor and I made my feelings about him quite clear. Usually my old gp would rush to the defence of other medical professionals if I was voicing a negative opinion, his silence on the matter should have alerted me to the fact he wasn’t that impressed by this so – called – expert.

 

So what did I learn from this quick perusal of my consultant letters? Well I have never been naive enough to believe that I or any patient ever receives the same version of a letter your consultant cc’s you in on – actually tell I lie I know one of my consultant always sends me the same version as he never changes who it is addressed to – never me but my gp. I have seen this in the past with the version I received from one doctor telling me that he was going to do a trial of plasmapheresis to rule out Myasthenia Gravis, only for me to read the letter he sent the consultant where he categorically states I do not have MG and he thinks that all treatment for MG should be stopped. It made me look like a liar when I tried to discuss this letter with my local hospital consultant. At the time I was devastated by the duplicity. Why be one thing to a patient’s face and yet treat them so appallingly behind their back? It reeks of arrogance, that they feel they are a breed apart from their patients.

 

Firstly I learnt I have a fibroid on the anterior wall of my uterus. When I attended the hospital for my trans-vaginal ultra sound in 2015, I was told during the appointment I had an ovarian cyst of around 2cm in size on my right ovary. I was also told that this wouldn’t be monitored as it was under 4cm. At no point was I told I had a fibroid, this was complete news to me.  I was shocked that at no point had anyone suggested that I the patient be given a copy of the report after the ultrasound. Ok it’s not a huge fibroid but surely I had the right to know? Especially when there is no mention of an ovarian cyst.

 

In the same year I had a lot of bloods drawn one of the blood tests performed was a cortisol level. It was taken at 1015am in the morning when cortisol levels would be beginning to slowly drop away naturally. However my cortisol level was 107, as you can see from this abstract – https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/12636203 a level of less that 110nmol/L shows that the patient has adrenal insufficiency. This has the potential to be life threatening as it could indicate I have Addison’s disease. Yet nothing at all has been done about this result. The hospital consultant that wrote to my gp said that he would be admitting me into hospital for further testing. It never happened. What annoyed me more was this was the doctor who accused me of spending too much time on the internet looking up syndromes to have…..yet my blood tests he reluctantly performed showed massively raised prolactin levels and this cortisol level of 107. I’ve had low cortisol before and had further tests in 2010  however my results then were not as low as they were in 2015. So now I will copy the letter and go and see my gp to point out I had low cortisol levels three years ago and possibly it would be a good idea to get it tested again?

 

The winner of best work of fiction – letter from a consultant goes to an arsehole I had to travel nearly 200 miles to see. When I met this tit I knew he was going to be of zero use, especially when as an EDS expert he told me that Ehlers Danlos Syndrome didn’t cause CSF Leaks. When you sat across from someone who is supposed to be an expert in their field and you know more than they do on a subject, that’s the time to start worrying. Hubby and I should have left at this point – research shows that 90% ( it could be 80%) of people with a spontaneous spinal fluid leak have a connective tissue disorder, of which EDS is one. So for this expert to sit across the room and tell me that EDS doesn’t cause spontaneous leaks, either meant he was ignorant of the connection between the two – not a good look for an expert or he was just a massive bellend. The choice is yours.

 

My CSF leak was diagnosed by a neurologist who has published papers on CSF leaks, you know an actual expert on the condition. However this doctor states in his letter to my gp that I don’t have a CSF leak and my headache is being caused by PoTs. This is the doctor that doesn’t believe that EDS causes spontaneous leaks and now is telling my gp he knows more than an expert in the field of spinal fluid leaks. The sheer arrogance of the doctor took my breath away, I was absolutely fizzing with rage and used lots of language that I wouldn’t wrote in this blog.

 

However there was even better to come, he wrote that I told him I used a wheelchair due to my headache…….yep read that again……I told him I used my wheelchair because of my headache…… I just laughed at that one. My doctors know I use a wheelchair for two main reasons 1) I get drop attacks where I will semi lose consciousness as I walk along, with no warning. This was the main reason why I had to stop walking my dogs unaccompanied as I had no clue as to where or when I would pass out. I could be mid-sentence and I would hit the deck. 2) I also use my wheelchair because of the various issues I have with my spine and other joints. Walking causes me intense pain, bursitis will flare up in both my hips, I get plantar fasciitis in both feet. Walking any kind of distance is just too painful. I can categorically state that I NEVER SAID I used a wheelchair because of my CSF leak. Because when I started using a wheelchair in 2008 I didn’t have a csf leak. I started using my chair to prevent head injuries from my drop attacks and to allow me to get out and go further than just walking would allow.

 

Now if that had been all the lies / mistruths he had told then I could possibly live with that but his letter was just one lie after another. He claimed I was resistant to coming off opioids despite the fact they don’t work on my pain. His main concern during the whole appointment was to get me off opiates but could offer me nothing in return to kill the pain. I have never said opiates don’t work, I wouldn’t bother taking them if they didn’t work. Opiates were the only medication that reduced my pain enough for me to be able to get out of bed after being bed bound through pain for 12 weeks. Thankfully the gp who this letter went to was the doctor who prescribed me morphine and when I discussed this attitude of the consultant that I had to come off morphine, my gp said no way, there is nothing to give you as an alternate. He said I saw what you were like before morphine, I couldn’t do that to you.

 

Oh and there is more that this cockwomble of a doctor wrote, he said I was resistant like most EDS patients to getting better………………….I’ll let that sink in. Someone at this National Unit thinks that EDS patients don’t want to get better. Now it really doesn’t surprise me as this hospital also uses the Lightning Treatment on pediatric patients with M.E. If they are arrogant enough to believe that they can cure M.E using this bogus treatment no wonder they believe ( or should I say this one doctor believes) that EDS patients can think themselves better.

 

All the doctors that have ever treated me have said what a positive mental attitude I have towards my medical conditions. That I persevere no matter how hard things get. That I can still laugh and make fun of myself when things are truly awful. So to declare in this letter that I was resistant to getting better from a genetic medical condition that has no cure is simply laughable. No wonder the hospital consultant that referred me to this hospital said he wouldn’t waste the hospital trusts money again sending any future patients there.  He couldn’t apologise enough and at that stage he knew I hadn’t seen the gp’s version of the letter, he probably thought I never would.

I would suggest to all patients that they ask for all copies of their consultants letters going back three years. Some surgeries will charge you a fee for this, i was very lucky and didn’t get charged even though I was expecting it. You will have to fill out a load of information as to why you want the information and you’ll need to provide a form of ID. They can refuse to give you these letters using the get out clause of it being detrimental to your mental health. Using the same get out of jail free card they can omit some letters from what they give you. If you have complex health issues it is essential that you have these letters and read them. If you find that tests haven’t been chased up or performed you can advocate for yourself. When you have lots of conditions / consultants it is very easy for things to get lost or lose their priority. At least this way you can be an extra set of eyes and see if things have been missed and bring them up with your consultants or your gp.

 

 

 

Lifes a bit shit at the moment

Life’s a bit shit at the moment, I find quite often it goes like that. You can be on top of the world one day and thanking your lucky stars about how sweet things are and then the universe finds out and pulls the rug out from underneath you.

 

I am normally quite honest with my readers but this is stuff I can’t and won’t discuss for the time being. Rest assured hubby and I are fine as are our babies ( Mollie and Frankie). Its stuff outside us our little bubble that is impacting us. Its having a massive impact on my mental health as in my anxiety has spiralled out of control again, I feel constantly that I am on the verge of a panic attack if I am not 100% distracted.

 

I hate holding stuff back as I like to think above all else I am honest with you but it’s not my story or my life. The people in my bigger circle deserve their privacy and I will always respect that.

 

On top of this the heat has suddenly got to me. I can’t move without palpitations, I am feeling faint and generally exhausted. I would be very happy for a few cooler days just to give my body a rest and get things on a more even keel.

 

Due to everything that is going on at the moment not a lot of sewing has taken place. I have lost a bit of my sewjo, I have managed to get three bags started for friends and hopefully they will be completed this week. I just need the space and time to be able to do this, thankfully they are all very understanding and know that I can’t work to tight deadlines as I never know when my health will let me down. The mind is willing the body says nah!

 

I have decided to name my little dog walking pouches The Travis Bag,  after our first Weimaraner, who brought such love and joy to our lives. He loved his walks so I think it’s apt that these bags are named after him.

 

My first Quilt

It’s just going to be a little blog post this week as all of a sudden I have started to struggle with the heat. It is again ( as it was like this in the same week last year) much hotter than it would normally be in the UK for the time of year. The last few days I have been struggling with muscle weakness. One day I found myself unable to chew – must be my idiopathic hemifacial spasm playing up…. ***sarcasm*** because it went with an additional dose of mestinon. Obviously the placebo effect ….**sarcasm**

 

Around the middle of May I posted about my trip to the dentist and the fabric shop, where I chose the fabric I was going to use for my first ever proper quilt. Not a quilt as you go where the blocks are all laid out for you but an actual proper quilt. I had seen a quilt design I liked called “Floating Triangles” in a magazine called Simply Sewing designed by Janet Goddard. I loved the minimalist look of it and thought I’d love to make something like that.

 

So that was it, on a whim the fabric was bought and then it sat on my shelf in the kitchen until June 2nd, when I decided to start cutting it out.

 

 

 

A few days later I started to make the half square triangles (48 in total). I must be strange as I enjoy all aspects of sewing, it’s the cutting out I find hard but that’s been made a lot easier with my new creative grids stripology rulers. However for all the squares I had to cut out I couldn’t use my new rulers as they needed to measure 4 ⅞ inches. Typical! So I ended up making a cardboard template. I am useless at drawing straight lines, I really need to buy myself a set square to help in situations like this. I have already invested in a compass for the centre of my Dresden Plate designs!

 

 

The following day I started adding the strips to my half square triangles. Unfortunately I was a little over eager on my trimming of my half square triangles and found that I had to remake a load of half square triangles as they were so much smaller than the others and it would have made the rows wonky. I think in total as further down the line I had to make some more blocks I probably had to remake 10-15. Its annoying but I have kept them all as I will sew them together to make a bag, as I love the fabrics I chose for the quilt. I also had to buy more backing material due to my many cock ups with measuring. Thankfully with the new rulers those should be less!

 

Oh I forgot to tell you about my EPIC mistake of accidentally having two rotary cutting blades on my cutter. How did that happen? Well I bought some expensive blades and they were all covered in oil. I am guessing when I replaced a dull blade I didn’t check properly that it was just one blade. So it cut all my material as if a hoard of hungry mice had been chewing the side of it. Thankfully most of that could be hidden in the seam allowance. I am telling you this because some people seem to think everything I do is perfect and I never make a mistake. Of course I do! If I didn’t make any mistakes I’d never learn anything. I want you to know mistakes are ok, even if I am known on Instagram now to some people as “Two Blades Rach”. It’s quite funny really!

 

 

Once I had made all my blocks I sat down and worked out the plan of my triangles. It was important that I did this so I knew how my rows would go together. I also wanted to place certain fabrics together so they had a bigger impact rather than drowning each other out. I did a full size quilt plan and then I broke that quilt plan down into two.

 

 

 

Once my blocks were made I then put them away in a box and cracked on with a lot of makes for other people, birthday presents, thank you gifts and of course fathers day. I made Jay an Owl soft toy for father’s day which you can see on last week’s blog post. I also made him this lavender pillow

 

Front

 

Completed lavender pillow

 

Tula Pink Fabric back of pillow

I kept putting off making my quilt as I was terrified all the blocks would be all the wrong size and it would be a disaster. It is quite common for me to ignore a project for a bit if I am feeling anxious about it. I also have to be in the mood to sew certain things. I have to be in the mood to make clothes – I find it boring and hard work because I have such a skills gap. I have to be in the mood to quilt as it takes a long time and you can be doing the same thing over and over. It also involves a lot of pressing which in this heat you really don’t want to be doing. It wasn’t until I started making quilts that I learned there was an actual difference between ironing something and pressing something.

 

Last Friday I decided to bite the bullet and put this quilt together. I really hate having WIP’s ( work in progress) hanging around and I don’t do UFO’s (unfinished objects). I have a small house so projects need to be completed and gone rather than hanging around collecting dust! I checked all the sizes of the blocks and as I said earlier realised that some weren’t good enough and needed to be done again. So that added more time onto getting the quilt completed. For me it seems like it’s taken an absolute age to get done but Jay assure me to him it feels like he went to work one day and came back to a completed quilt!

 

 

I only managed to sew the rows together that day, as a lot of planning had gone into each row. Checking against my quilt plan I put all the rows in order using post it notes on each – with the fabric order on also, so that the chances of me making a mistake were minimal. I have made mistakes before with my quilt as you go quilts, where I have decided on an order that the blocks would go in. Taken photographs, only to realise once its all been sewn together…………..3 blocks have been sewn upside down totally ruining the pattern I had wanted to create. At the point of discovery of my mistake it was too late, I had sashed and bound it by then. Lesson learned, this time I over planned!

 

On the Saturday I started to sew my rows together.

 

As it was only 8 rows it went together very quickly, however disaster struck on the 8th and final row when I realised I had sewn the blocks together in the wrong order. Out came my trusty seam ripper and the blocks were then sewn in the correct order. I am so glad I managed to catch that mistake before continuing as it would have stuck out like a sore thumb otherwise the final row would have been completely different to all the other. If I am honest there was a lot of unpicking as the rows were sewn together as I managed to sew triangles together in the wrong position etc. I never let this wind me up though, I’d rather find a mistake at this point than like the quilt as you go first quilt I made.

 

I then cut ( using my stripology ruler) my borders for the quilt and sewed those on. At this point I was just totally in awe of what I had created. My first ever quilt top was sewn together. This was a huge moment for me! I then decided **ck it and decided I would baste my quilt. Basting is basically putting on your wadding and backing fabric, to the quilt top. As I didn’t have much room I did it in two halves not ideal but there was nowhere with enough floor space for me to work. I did it using the ironing board, it wasn’t perfect but it was done. I used a temporary glue spray and safety pins around the edges to ensure it was secure.

 

Sunday was the day I decided to quilt my quilt, that sounds bizarre but a quilt isn’t a quilt until you have sewn all three layers together. This quilt had a very basic pattern just straight line stitches that went through every second row of triangles. I managed to get some floor space in the lounge whilst everyone else was asleep and I marked out the quilting lines with a fabric marker and my huge ruler ( another creative grids one). Thankfully I had set my machine up the day before, so my extension table was on ( I discovered a neat trick as my extension table can move a little, especially when I bash the edge of it by accident, so I used masking tape to keep it in place just taping from one edge of the table to the other sticking it on the bottom of the throat space of my machine – avoiding the needle plate. I only used two strips of tape). I had also ensured that I had rested as much as possible, as I wont sew when I am tired. I started quilting on Sunday afternoon whilst Jay watched the England match. I was finished just after half time. I forgot to say I used my walking foot. I had to unpick a couple of little bits due to puckers and re sew them but its the neatest quilt back I have ever sewn.

 

 

Yesterday (Monday) I decided I would make my scrappy binding and then attach it to my quilt. I machine sewed the front of the binding in place using a tutorial from Lucy Brennans https://www.charmaboutyou.com/ blog. It went on very easily and then I had the afternoon to slow sew the binding onto the back. I finished late yesterday afternoon ( lots of frequent breaks as I have been really struggling with double vision the last few days so that makes threading a needle an absolute nightmare).

 

 

I had made a label for my quilt on Sunday evening but my eyes were so bad by the time I had finished sewing the binding on that I had to stop. I sewed my label on this morning at around 7am as I had been up for an hour or so by then.

 

 

Once the quilt label was on it was time to give it a wash to get rid of the temporary glue and the fabric marker from the quilt lines.

 

 

I am so pleased with this quilt I am still in shock that I made this!

 

And obviously I lied when I said it was going to be a little post, hubby brought our huge fan down from the loft this morning and put in the lounge for me. What a difference that’s made for me and the dogs!

 

Fabric Shopping

Well I am still suffering from this cold, I am into the second week of it now and I am thoroughly sick and tired of being bunged up, sneezing and then rivers of snot! Oh yes I am such a lady!

 

Yesterday I had a dentist appointment, those of you who have followed the blog for sometime know that I have a fear of the dentist. However I would now say that this fear has become a deep seated phobia. I can’t watch people having dental treatment on the tv, the sound of the drill makes me sweat and I want to vomit. The minute the dentist has his hands in my mouth I want to be sick. It’s hardly surprising, I have had numerous horrific experiences at the dentist all the way through my childhood up to the age of 37 when I was finally diagnosed. I still have problems with dentists who don’t believe that local anesthetic doesn’t work properly on me and I have zero pain threshold for my mouth. Anywhere else on my body I have a high pain threshold but combine abject terror and a phobia and the minute a dentists tool touches a tooth the pain starts.

 

Unfortunately I found out I need a lot of work done on my back tooth on the right upper jaw. Due to EDS my tooth has crumbled, (plus I have a habit of clenching my teeth). The central portion of my tooth needs removed and then completely filled. If I had not suffered twice the agony of a dry socket I would have just asked for the bloody thing to be filled but remembering the pain from that means I am prepared to put up with 20-30 minutes of dentistry. But I am already terrified, tearful and just want it to be over. The earliest appointment I could get which would be easy to attend was 10th July. By easy to attend I mean hubby wouldn’t have to take additional time off work. Both the dentist and I are in agreement I need to be given some diazepam to get me through the appointment so I now need to book an appointment with my gp to see if they will prescribe me one tablet so that I can get through this.

 

As a reward for wearing my big girl pants my parents took me to a fabric shop in Exeter. I have never been to a fabric shop having bought all my fabrics online previously. Actually we had decided to visit the fabric shop long before they knew I had the dentist. The thought of seeing lots of lovely fabrics was enough to get me through the dentist appointment. I had decided a few days ago that I wanted to make a quilt for the lounge wall ( I will probably make a few so we can change them over at different times of the year) it is featured in this months Simply Sewing Magazine issue 43 ( page 67) designed by Janet Goddard.

 

 

As usual I wanted to make my own version of this pattern, the colours are lovely that have been used but they won’t go with anything in our lounge. So my trip to the fabric shop was vital so I could decide on my colour theme, which would be green ( it was a question of shade) and I wanted the triangles to be green but with wild flashes of colour. These are some of the fabrics I chose

 

In the bolt at the extreme left of the photo (tiny green triangle) is my plain solid colour that my triangles will be set into. The next 4 fabrics are Kaffe Fasset I got rid of the 6th bolt across which is the deep green with the leaves pattern and kept the one at the end of the table which is a FreeSpirit fabric. I sent a facebook message to Mr Myasthenia Kid to ensure he was happy with my choices as he is going to be living with it to. Here was his response!

 

So you can see he was pleased with my choice.

When I have recovered from my trip out of the house I shall make a start on it. However I do need to make some clothes as I have bought lots of fabric and made no clothes as I have been making some birthday presents which is why I can’t post any photos of my latest makes as it would ruin the surprise. As soon as the gifts have been given next month ( I know I like to be prepared and make stuff early!) I will post the photos!

I forgot I did make some soft toys, two little piggies for Jamie as he saw them in the magazine and on sewing quarter channel 687 (changed on 1st May)and 78 on freeview and asked me to make them for him. It’s the first thing he’s asked me to make something for him.

Post Bank Holiday

Those of you who don’t follow me on social media, will be unaware that on Friday last week I was struck down by a horrible head cold / virus. My throat felt like I had swallowed a packet of razor blades, I was aching all over, full of snot and at times hallucinating due to my high temperature. It completely floored me and has left me with vertigo as my eustachian tubes ( in my ears) have swollen shut. So all in all it was a fun time.

As I am still pretty shattered and getting over this, I thought I would just give you a quick round-up of my sewing projects that I have completed over the last few weeks.

I made a table runner for our coffee table using scraps from the two quilts (quilt as you go) I made for the lounge. The patchwork pieces had been hanging around for weeks. This was the first piece of quilting I had done without a kit. I also got to use my new stitch in the ditch foot, which was harder than I had imagined it would be. It takes a lot of concentration to keep the foot in the ditch !

On the sashing on the table runner I used this heritage stitch. I love it as it adds another piece of interest to the runner.

I also made myself a smaller and wearable Julia top. I dropped the size down by two and lengthened the pattern by 10cm. This is a much more wearable top now. I will hack the pattern again and make the neckline narrower and higher as I will always need to wear something under the top or everything will be on show when I bend forward. It is super comfortable though and I am thrilled with it.

Buoyed by my success, I took apart a much loved but on its last legs t-shirt and made a pattern from it. The sleeves need to be looked at, I had to bodge these a bit. However its very wearable and I used the overlocker for the majority of the construction.

My last make of the last few weeks is this quilted patchwork tote bag. I have a subscription box and this month it came with 42 charm squares, some white lining material and some cotton webbing. I used 32 charm squares to make this lovely bag which I am thrilled with. It took me a couple of hours to make ( purely as I am still a bit sickly!). Here it is front and back –

I have lots of material coming for me to make some more Julia Tops and some t-shirts. In the meantime though Mr Myasthenia Kid has requested a soft toy pig be made. Don’t ask me why LOL!

Seeing Stars

Those of you who read my blog regularly will know that on October 7th 2017, my parents bought me a sewing machine as a combined birthday and Christmas present. I had wanted one for a while but at that point in time couldn’t afford it as we were saving up for our trip to the Emma Bridgewater factory and then Christmas. When I got my machine it was the first time I had touched a sewing machine since I was around 14/15 years old. I had no clue what I was doing. At this point I didn’t even know how to thread the needle or get the bobbin sorted.

 

Since then I have watched countless YouTube videos, read numerous magazine articles, online articles and a book all based on sewing. I still have so much to learn but I am loving being able to make things when I am well enough to sit at the machine. It is something that completely absorbs me. I need to be able to concentrate on it  or mistakes are made. It means whatever is going on in my life ( and at the moment it is quite upsetting as two very important people to me, are terminally ill) for the time I am at the machine I can just block it out and allow myself to breathe.

 

I realised at the end of November that our current star Christmas tree topper would no longer go (once the lounge has been redecorated) with the decor, so I decided to make myself one with some fabric I had bought to attempt some Christmas stockings with. I didn’t have a pattern for the star so trawled the internet for a free printable template that I could print out. Due to dexterity issues with my hands I find pinning patterns to fabrics incredibly difficult. I can do it but it takes me hours, as the pattern slides on the fabric and have to continually move the pins around. To make my life easier I printed out my star template and then using a pritt stick stuck it onto a piece of cardboard. I then carefully cut out the star, once the glue had dried. Using a fabric marker I simply held the cardboard star firmly down and drew around it. So much quicker and easier for me.

First sewn star topper

First star topper completed front view.

 

Reverse of first star topper with ribbon attached.

 

I made this star on the 25th November, I wasn’t happen with the quality of my own sewing getting the ribbon attached to the back of the star. So I decided at some point to make my life easier I would get myself a cheap glue gun, so that I wouldn’t need to attach the ribbon by hand sewing. I was so pleased with my efforts ( it was the first proper thing I had made that I was going to use. Everything up until that point had been prototypes or practicing) I posted a photo on Instagram. Within a few hours a friend of my sister-in-law contacted me and asked if I would make her a star as well. The following day I made her a star and ordered myself a hot glue gun so I could attach the ribbon to hers neatly.

 

When I made Sarah’s star I decided I would make myself another star, so I could have one on my dresser and one on my Christmas tree. I did however advertise the star on Facebook amongst my friends but had no takers. I didn’t think anything of it, after all I had only just begun to start sewing and maybe other people didn’t think they were good enough. That was on the Tuesday on Saturday evening another friend contacted me to ask if I had sold the other star. I explained I hadn’t but I also let her know I had the same fabric but in red and did she perhaps want her star made out of that. I was lucky, she did, I say lucky as at this point the star I had advertised was tied to the top of my christmas tree and the other was tied to my dresser.

 

Our Christmas tree with my star topper.

 

On Sunday I got started early, I decided I would make six stars in total (including Kerri’s) and then once they were made I would advertise them on Facebook again. I thought as the first star had taken 4 days to sell, I would have a week or more’s grace before I would need to make any more stars. That way I wouldn’t feel under pressure and lose the enjoyment of making them. I didn’t want it to feel like a job or to start stressing me out because I had enough stress already.

 

I was keeping Kerri posted with how I was getting on making her star using Facebook

 

All the stars cut out and waiting to be sewn.

 

Kerri’s star sewn.

 

All the stars pressed and turned the correct way around.

 

Before I posted the last photo on Facebook, hubby rang me, he was  visiting his parents and had told them about the stars I was making. They asked if I would make them one, which as I was already making 6, I had a choice out of the five unsold ones. However as soon as I posted the photo of the stars all pressed and turned around the right way, within about 40 minutes I had sold another three, all to one lovely lady. Then about 30 minutes after that I had sold the last one. I was giddy as a goat, never in my wildest dreams did I think for a minute that I was going to sell them all on Sunday. The extras that I had made were supposed to be stock that I could just send out. I couldn’t get my head around the fact that people wanted to buy what I was making.

 

Kerri’s star stuffed waiting to be finished.

 

A few hours later and I had two pre-orders for stars that hadn’t been made yet. I had to let them know that I would be making them during the week and would show them the stars once made so that they could choose the design that they liked. Thankfully the majority of my friends on Facebook either know that my health is poor or are poorly themselves and appreciate I will work as quickly as I can but I won’t jeopardise my health. I can only work when my pain levels are on the low side and the brain fog isn’t too bad. Which means it has to be done in very short bursts, with lots of built-in rest periods.

 

Later that day I posted a photo of some stars that were almost completed.

 

 

I explained that all the stars I had made / was in the process of making had been sold and that I hoped to make some more over the next week and I would post a photo when I had completed them. At 8.30pm that night I had another pre-order and then the following morning another. Then whilst writing this blog post I have had another two!

 

Finished stars waiting for ribbons to be attached.

 

I am still in shock at how well the Christmas Tree Topper’s or dresser stars have sold. When I got my sewing machine in October I had said that I hoped to be selling some items by the following year. I thought it would take me a good 12 months to get good enough to sell stuff, obviously I got that wrong. It has made me feel unbelievably happy, I haven’t earned any money since being ill-health retired. I collect a pension from my previous employers but I haven’t worked since then. I had forgotten what it feels like to produce a piece of work and have people want it. It has helped my mental health no end and because of the concentration levels involved I am sleeping better. Which in turn helps reduce my overall pain levels.

 

So constantly at the moment I am seeing stars in all sorts of fabrics!