I pieced the back for the I Love Lucy quilt but haven’t basted it. I was upstairs in the administrator’s area of the hospital today, ( they have really, really nice bathrooms up there. Really clean bathrooms, and the bathrooms have vases of flowers in them. Like another world. From now on, if I can manage, I’m going to go up and use their bathrooms all the time. ) anyway, I walked past this conference room and noticed it had a really, really, big table. Really big. Bigger than king sized, in fact. I wonder what would happen to me if I took a quitl and my mason jar of pins up there one day and just pinned away, on that big flat well lit table with the big windows of the view? Yeah, I would be in big fat trouble, that’s what, but a girl can dream, can’t she?
So, I went and saw a rheumatologist and you’ll never guess. He was really cool. He didn’t spend a lot of time telling me how lucky I was to not be using a wheel chair, like the last guy. ( and using a wheel chair is something I would cheerfully do, if it were my best mobility option. So far, thought, the feet are on board for locomotion.) He just asked me my goals, and when I said that if I could feel better and have less pain, I would like to. He also complimented my ability to give my own history, and said he liked talking to a patient who asked a lot of questions. Then he sent me to the lab for a few zillion labs, and sent me for xrays of my hands and feet, and wrote me a script for a new drug. If this one, called Arava, doesn’t work, I move on to the injectables. So, we shall see.
I re washed the pink wool, and it is smelling just fine, now. Really a nice pretty rosy color.