Vascillating...

Okay, so now that I've announced that I am going to just use this blog for everything, I am once again wondering if that's a good idea--I mean, if you're cruising for crafts, are you really going to want to read all my intimate and nasty little life and health details? And if you know me and are wondering about the latest, are YOU really going to want to read about all of my little creative projects?
I don't want to scare the crafters, while disillusioning the geeks and weirdos (heh!)...and y'all know who you are.

So I think what I'll do is this: I'll do a full-on overhaul of my craft blog, get all the links satisfactory and all the bells and whistles, THEN I will re-open it "to the public." In the meantime, I'll just post creative stuff here, and scare whoever with whatever.

Sounds like a plan, man!

So here's a craft update: I'm taking pictures of my finished projects, organizing my patterns and stash, and planning new projects. It's kind of surreal--our place is so small that the only nice area to take pictures in is the bedroom, by making the bed and putting up a backdrop...so I have my camera set up on the tripod next to the bed. We're not filming porn, really!

A health update: I just went to the gastroenterologist guy...since the Remicaide is suppressing my UC so well, he thinks it would be a not-so-good (as opposed to COMPLETELY bad) idea to start the immunosuppressant therapy as well, so no Imuran for me. I'm actually quite relieved about that, because there's a serious side effect of the two drugs when taken co-comittantly--there's an extreme chance of developing lymphoma. Uh, no thank you!

So, gut is almost completely under control--I still can't eat normally (no salad, no beef, no raw vegetables, easy on the fiber and fried foods, etc) for at least 6 months (according to my dr) but I have gotten to expand my variety, and I can actually eat without the panic or fear. Or PAIN.

Family update: My dad went into the hospital with acute pancreatitis, my sister is having a severe endocrine problem that none of the doctors can figure out or fix, my MIL broke her foot, my FIL had hernia surgery...basically, I get better and everyone around me falls apart. TTK is not physically ill, thank goodness, but he's having some issues mentally because of all of the strain of caring for me and the household and keeping down a full-time plus plus job.
We're leaving to go to L.A. in 2 days, and trying desperately to batten down the hatches and basically make the place seaworthy (to carry the metaphor waaay past its usefulness!) so the petsitter will survive intact...

Well, that's enough for now--I have to go clean something. Heh.