Jan 30, 2025
So... Guess who just finished knitting her first sweater last week and cast on for another one an hour ago?
Hopefully this one goes quicker than the almost-a-year monstrosity of the previous one...
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So... Guess who just finished knitting her first sweater last week and cast on for another one an hour ago?
Hopefully this one goes quicker than the almost-a-year monstrosity of the previous one...
Twelve hours in a train today? No problem.
So I just checked the weather for new year's eve. And. Um. This is May weather, not DECEMBER.
What.
Ugh, I almost got catapulted out of a book I’m reading so I need to rant.
So. I know that translating is Hard. I know, I studied it, I GET that there is a million little things you need to keep track of and check, and double check, and you often Just. Don’t. Have. Time. I also know that translating from a language that doesn’t really put THAT much emphasis on gender (English) into a language that DOES (Polish) it’s very easy to just... miss one or five points in which the person mentioned is actually female and translate them as male, or the other way around, whatever.
But.
BUT.
When translating a text about battered women and how they retaliate against their abusers... MAYBE check if Artemisia Gentilleschi was really a man, or maybe the author put this particular painter in this particular chapter FOR A REASON?
So the great thing about having to take antibiotics (got a tick bite and immediately reacted badly to it) and adhd (unmedicated because I prefer not to have bp of 150/120) is the teeny tiny little fact that I have to take the pills every 8 hours. Like, on the dot. It took me all of three days (out of 20) to get the delightful moment of resurfacing from the thing I was doing (frogging a dozen rows of crochet and then starting a new thing with what I frogged) to the panicked thought of "well shit, I didn't take the afternoon pill did I? Wait, did I? No, i didn't... Unless..."
I have been (once again) voluntold to be part of an official event at work.
This time not as a greeter but a part of the award ceremony. And the only thing that I'm worried about is that it will be hella boring and my ADHD won't take two hours of just standing there and looking pretty well. A year ago I would be a nervous wreck about having to stand in front of people. Today? Meh, my only problem is that it will just be mind numbingly boring.
Like, damn, is this whole therapy and being diagnosed and medicated shit... actually WORKING?
Did I just cast on 150 stitches while also placing markers at every 50? Sure did.
Am I SURE it's 150 with a marker at every 50? Not really.
Am I going to recount them just to be sure? ...
Nah. Whatever happens happens I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
(Also, can I just say, three threads of 100% merino wool with one thread of a merino/alpaca blend is just... a blessing for my hands. It's so soft...)
Most of the time my meds are simply good. They work and the only side effect is that my nose gets red in the evening (something to do with blood circulation).
But sometimes... Sometimes they drag me down to the ground and pummel me with nausea, cold sweat and dizziness for like five minutes, and leave me weak like I've just ran a marathon. No idea why this happens.