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Aug. 21st, 2014 01:03 pmBusy week so far... the important part of it was that Bossman is starting radiation therapy. ( Funny how they never say cancer. )
In happier news, I'm sewing a commissioned piece for a nine-month-old baby. I'm behind schedule and am vexed with myself over that, but I have to admit that there were a couple of days of 'just holding on' mentally after the first visit to the radiologist's. It takes a while to process and accept large doses of reality, doesn't it?
The mother wants to do the embroidery on it so I only have to construct the basic gown - it is Anna's blue dress from "Frozen". The mother wants it to be adjustable to fit the child now and when she's a tad larger, but that is easy enough to accommodate thanks to the wonders of Velcro. I'm making the 'outer bodice' of black flannel (black velvet isn't in the stores yet and besides, it is almost always acrylic. Hadn't seen un-cut corduroy, either) so I can easily stitch two tapes of the soft side of the Velcro down the back of the gown to create one wide bit so the mom can close the outfit at whichever point the child needs. I'll be putting in the weird scalloped hem, which posed a problem in how to create a skirt that could be let out for length, but I think I've solved that problem too. Thank goodness the skirt isn't a full gathered one but only a slightly-wider A-line. I believe I can create a tuck all around the top section below where it will join the inner bodice, and then hand-tack it up to the bodice's interior. Then mom will only have to undo the taking to get a longer gown and her embroidered flowers at the hem will not be disturbed.
I was referred by my doctor to a non-surgical weight loss clinic. Pffft! After two messages left on an answering machine with no responses (I did give the office 48 hour following each one), I drove there. It seems they've been getting a lot of patients and have a waiting list - which I would not presently be 'in line to be put on' if I hadn't walked into their office so the receptionist would enter me into their computer. She apologised for not responding to either of my calls. There is only one doctor and her nurse on that side of the clinic and very few support staff members. All of Sentara's (the medical facility) attention and funds, it appears, are concentrated on the surgical side, where I saw the names of five doctors listed. Of course that would follow - quick money, quick turnaround. So in two weeks, approximately, I should get a call from the receptionist to put me on the 'real' waiting list, and I can expect to hear sometime after the New Year when I might be able to begin the program. Yeah. So I called the other hospital system's non-surgical office... and talked to an answering machine.
I expect that part of the frustration is built-in on purpose, to encourage patients to pursue surgical treatment. I'm just going to have to be stoic about this. In the meanwhile, my disgust is fueling a stronger desire to get back on the weight-loss train rather than spinning my wheels as I have been while I've been chair-bound. Just for the satisfaction of walking in and saying "while I've been waiting to actually get in this program, I've lost ____ number of pounds. But I still need help developing an exercise regime to correct the damage from the chemo period and build strength in my body."
In happier news, I'm sewing a commissioned piece for a nine-month-old baby. I'm behind schedule and am vexed with myself over that, but I have to admit that there were a couple of days of 'just holding on' mentally after the first visit to the radiologist's. It takes a while to process and accept large doses of reality, doesn't it?
The mother wants to do the embroidery on it so I only have to construct the basic gown - it is Anna's blue dress from "Frozen". The mother wants it to be adjustable to fit the child now and when she's a tad larger, but that is easy enough to accommodate thanks to the wonders of Velcro. I'm making the 'outer bodice' of black flannel (black velvet isn't in the stores yet and besides, it is almost always acrylic. Hadn't seen un-cut corduroy, either) so I can easily stitch two tapes of the soft side of the Velcro down the back of the gown to create one wide bit so the mom can close the outfit at whichever point the child needs. I'll be putting in the weird scalloped hem, which posed a problem in how to create a skirt that could be let out for length, but I think I've solved that problem too. Thank goodness the skirt isn't a full gathered one but only a slightly-wider A-line. I believe I can create a tuck all around the top section below where it will join the inner bodice, and then hand-tack it up to the bodice's interior. Then mom will only have to undo the taking to get a longer gown and her embroidered flowers at the hem will not be disturbed.
I was referred by my doctor to a non-surgical weight loss clinic. Pffft! After two messages left on an answering machine with no responses (I did give the office 48 hour following each one), I drove there. It seems they've been getting a lot of patients and have a waiting list - which I would not presently be 'in line to be put on' if I hadn't walked into their office so the receptionist would enter me into their computer. She apologised for not responding to either of my calls. There is only one doctor and her nurse on that side of the clinic and very few support staff members. All of Sentara's (the medical facility) attention and funds, it appears, are concentrated on the surgical side, where I saw the names of five doctors listed. Of course that would follow - quick money, quick turnaround. So in two weeks, approximately, I should get a call from the receptionist to put me on the 'real' waiting list, and I can expect to hear sometime after the New Year when I might be able to begin the program. Yeah. So I called the other hospital system's non-surgical office... and talked to an answering machine.
I expect that part of the frustration is built-in on purpose, to encourage patients to pursue surgical treatment. I'm just going to have to be stoic about this. In the meanwhile, my disgust is fueling a stronger desire to get back on the weight-loss train rather than spinning my wheels as I have been while I've been chair-bound. Just for the satisfaction of walking in and saying "while I've been waiting to actually get in this program, I've lost ____ number of pounds. But I still need help developing an exercise regime to correct the damage from the chemo period and build strength in my body."
