My creative space

My creative space is more like a creative mess today ... sigh....

As you can see, it is filled up with half-completed doorstops for the market on Saturday (outside the Northcote Uniting Church on High Street, between 11 and 4 if you're passing) - as well as a cute owl I just finished last night.

I'm really going to have to get my act into gear and complete all of these off; except my sewing machine is making the most godawful clunking noise at the moment, and I'm sure it needs a service. The only problem is that it takes TWO WEEKS to get it serviced, and I think I may shrivel up and die if I can't sew for a whole two weeks. So I'm putting it off, and putting it off, and the machine is getting sicker and sicker, and soon enough it's going to need emergency surgery and I'll have to rush it in anyway.

Speaking of sicker and sicker, I'm at home today, having had a CT scan to make sure I don't have a brain tumour/aneurysm/long slow stroke that is causing this ongoing headache.

Once the doctor reviews my film, she's pretty sure she's going to diagnose migraine (and then she can give me some sweet, sweet drugs); but like all good doctors she's ruling out all the other options first.

I'm no expert, but I looked at my film when they handed it to me, and I couldn't see any menacing dark shadows in it. I thought I did at first, but when I looked closer it just turned out to be my nasal cavities. Oops.

The headache returns

Just saw Rachel Getting Married. Was not overly impressed, even with Anne Hathaway's big cow eyes, which I ordinarily think are beautiful.

I think it's because my headache has returned. It's in exactly the same place. My right eye feels fat. And as though it's filling up with blood (it's not, don't worry). My right-side sinus is throbbing.

On Tuesday when this happened the first time, when I crawled into bed in the afternoon, I consciously kept twitching my hands and feet - because I thought it I suddenly couldn't move an arm, then I was *definitely* having a stroke, and I would therefore be prepared to do something about it immediately.

Today I'm wondering if maybe it's a really sloooooooooooow stroke that's been slowly leaking blood into my brain since Tuesday.

I hope not. I'm probably just catastrophising.

But I'm going to bed now, and if there are no more posts ever to this blog, you'll know what happened.