Freeflow

What a day. First, I forgot to take my thyroid medicine for the second day in a row. It isn’t the end of the world, but by the end of the day I am really feeling it. I guess it is time to start setting the alarm on my phone to remind me. I didn’t think being in my 40s would render me so senile.

Work was nice up until the last hour. Isn’t that how it always works? Work stunk so much at the end I don’t even want to blog about it. And that’s a shame since I am dedicating an entirely separate blog to nursing. It’s time to start exploring those hard to express emotions. I guess that will be good for me in the long run pertaining to writing.

Once I got home and fixed supper (frozen corndogs and frozen french fries, always a good indicator how my day at work went), I decided to sit down and sew a few more surgical caps for my friends and co-workers. As I was sewing, I kept making sloppy mistakes which is not like me. My sewing work is impeccable and professional. What are all these sloppy lines??? This, I have decided, is the work of someone who is tired and not enjoying sewing. Why? Because one co-worker demanded a hat from me. I make these for fun, with fabric I purchase myself, and give away because I love people. Once a product is demanded, it no longer interests me in the making. This is another feeling I need to look into, I didn’t even think about the possibility of my craft being affected by the way I feel about the product requested. Clearly I get joy from making them to make others happy.

So I put all my sewing up. I am tired, it is late, and I need to go back to work tomorrow and face everyone that saw me falter in a critical moment. Not my finest hour. I blame my thyroid.

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