You may feel a sting.

Looking at Pinterest just makes me depressed. Oh, look at that! I could do that! Yes, let's try that! Oh yeah, I have a rigid heddle loom! Yes, I could sell my handspun yarn on Etsy! How clever is that!

And in the end, I am overwhelmed and I log out. Maybe I'll just sit here and finish this monster sock for sweetie. I call it that because I am using leftover bits of yarn from socks I have knit. I at least am making them mostly identical twins so they aren't entirely hideous. Not that Sweetie minds.

I have gone back to making a "regular" heel flap because the Strong heel and the Afterthought heel don't fit as well.

So, instead of doing anything else, I sit and knit on these. Procrastination is what it is. Well, that and a  certain lack of focus. My brain seems to be in a fog lately and it makes it hard to think beyond the now.

I have reopened my Etsy shop. I made a light box and took good photos of my felt pieces and I have almost 50 views and 10 favorites, which is better than my last foray. I have other items just waiting to be photographed and listed and it just seems beyond me. It just seems to be so much work and I am tired and I feel like crying half of the time for no particular reason. I am not keen to go back on medication, though.

One that note, I finally have an appointment with a heart specialist. Since the 2 tries at cardioversion in July did not work, this is the next step, I reckon. Since my heart is arrhythmic much of the time, and my blood is not circulating properly, I am tired. I had such hopes that the cardioversion would work for me, because it does for 80% of patients, according to my cardiologist. I was depressed afterward, of course.

So. The next procedure will be more invasive: a needle inserted into my thigh and threaded up to my heart where parts of the heart muscle will be cauterized. The thinking is that this will interrupt the electrical circuit that is causing the arrhythmia. It will be an overnight stay in St. Louis. If that does not work, the next step may be open heart surgery and I don't like the thought of that. Maybe it means that how I am currently is how I will have to be, and there are worse things. I mean, my knees and hips are fine. I know too many people who have had those bits replaced. I don't have arthritis, so my hands and fingers work fine. My other internal parts seem to be working well.

Always Look at the Bright Side of Life
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Corky is feeling better, at least.