I give myself very good advise...

"I give myself very good advise, but I very seldom follow it!"

So said Alice in one of the many movie versions of Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland.  I'm not sure which version it was.

What I am sure of, is that trying to knit something as intricate as a doll bodice when I had a migraine was a bad idea.  I should have known better.  In fact I do know better...when I don't have a migraine that is.

Things were going swimmingly until I got to putting the pieces together.  I sewed the right back to the front at shoulder and side, set the sleeve in, and them realized I needed a trim around the neck.  Oops!  I decided that it would be easier to pick up the trim stitches before I set in the other sleeve and so, attached the left back at the shoulder only.  After doing the trim, I went to sew the side seam and...IT DIDN'T FIT!!!!

Oh, no!!!  The whole thing is going to have to come out!!!! 

Now, I know what you are thinking.  The right back and the front match up, therefore the left back is the wrong one.  Perfectly logical.  Only we've gone down the rabbit hole, plummeted right past Wonderland and are now in the land of Migraine Stupids.  Logic doesn't apply here and thinking has been baned.

So, I pick up my scissors and grimly start to cut stitches.  At least that was what I planned to do.  Instead I cut the main piece. Phooey there goes the right back piece!  I toss it in the floor and pout.  Then I think, I can still salvage the sleeve.  Up it comes, the scissors are applied and...Phooey there goes the front!  Back in the floor it goes.  But I'm not giving up yet.  After several picking back ups and tossing back downs I manage to save half the sleeve and half the yarn that went into the front, which I used to finish up the sleeve.  score at the end of the day, two sleeved and one back piece which will have to come out because it is a quarter inch too long.

Not to worry though, next day I started over again and one doll dress, complete with bodice is on it's way to MI where it will be beribboned and bedecked before being sent on it's way to Russia. 

Have I learned from this experience?  When next I feel an overwhelming urge to take a drastic short cut, will I stop and say to myself  "Self, this is a sure sign a migraine is coming on.  Time to put the work down for a few days."  Will I then take the very good advise I just gave myself?

Not likely! 

Whistling past the grave yard

I've come to the conclusion that the best way to deal with fibromyalgia is to laugh at it.  Sure it's painful, and at times it's down right frustrating.  I'd like to be able to hold down a job and not feel guilty about having to have disability.  You have to admit, though, that trying throw up from putting a lid on a pen is pretty funny...after the fact that is!  I wasn't doing much laughing at the time.  :P

The best way I've come up with to describe fibro is it's like having a combination of autism, dyslexia, and aphasia, with massive aches and pains thrown in for added fun.  I have a constant fever and can't come up with nouns.  I find myself doing the craziest things, like throwing away my dishes and keeping my paper towel.

Still I find something to laugh about most everyday.  Abraham Lincoln said that "most people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be."  Maybe it's my quirky sense of humor, or maybe it's the narcotics, maybe I am whistling past the grave yard, but I find much to be happy about in this world.

I do my bit of moaning and groaning, I'm only human after all.  But by and large, when given a choice between laughing and crying, I'll take laughing any day.