I’m not one to worry about medical issues unless I know with absolute diagnostic certainty that I do have something to worry about. I probably don’t fret much because I was a sickly child, or because I now have enough chronic but minor “let’s keep an eye on that” issues that I expect I’ll spend many more years partially broken down and mildly miserable until something really big comes around to finish things off.
And then the other day I felt something strange on my ear. I picked at it for a bit and it didn’t come off. My heart started to race a little and I began counting the times my ears got pustulous sunburns, and wondering if I’d get an extra elfin-looking prosthesis just for shits and giggles. I got up to examine it in the mirror and then got entirely distracted* and forgot about it for a day or two. Then I remembered and finally got up in there with a flashlight and extra hand mirrors.
It was lumpy and hard and a strange skin tone that wasn’t quite my own.
I figured it was more likely to be some sort of ageing barnacle, so I flicked a little harder at the thing with disgust.
It came off…
I’m pretty sure it was a glob of Liquid Nails.
(My home improvement crust usually looks more like this).
But I do sometimes worry about the day when I can’t do much with my hands. I’m already unable to knit, sew, or type for more than an hour or two at a time, and I have to take frequent breaks due to various wrist and finger and hand barks and whines. So I need do as much fiddly-fingered work as I can now.
I’m plotting some hex quilts I’ve been thinking about for some time now. Some may be “art” pieces that I probably won’t share, while some of the fabric sketches (quilt-a-doodle-dos?) might end up for sale. We’ll see if my fingers can do the talking as well as the walking…
I ordered some dye-cut hexes to take the easy route.
I didn’t quite expect them to be this small.
I hate rulers and their confounding fractions – give me metric!
*I probably should actually worry about this.