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Friday, January 25, 2013

Baby Bootie High Tops! (Crochet!)

I don't know what ya'll do, but I have to have something to reduce my stress. I think we all do to tell you the truth, but the relief of choice lately would be Crochet.


I found this guy on youtube  ( mikeyssmail ). I LOVE this guy! I did this following along to his videos. Now he has like 29 little videos that I put together on a playlist so you don't have to find them.
How to Crochet Baby Bootie High Tops.
Now there is one flaw in his larger version that I had to adapt to get them to look more like a high top. When you're reducing the rows, you need to reduce 2 more than he says  if you do the larger shoe like he is. If you don't, it makes the ankle/leg part way too fat. Unless your baby has extremely huge cankles, reduce 2 more  rows than he says.   Other than that, it's perfect!
I literally just crochet along to the videos he's made. I pause if he gets ahead of me. He crochets really fast. Faster than I do and I am not that slow.


Expect them to take about an hour in a half to two hours a bootie. Unless you're really good.
I'm giving them out to my nieces who are both expecting boys about the same time.



I also found Mikeys friends page. She does walk through tutorials as well just go to here Crochet Geek and you can find other cute patterns to do.

Monday, September 3, 2012

Elderly Parental Obligations

   My father hasn't been able to stand since he fell Saturday (9-1-2012). My little brother had left me this following message..
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My Brother:

'Okay, dad had a fall by the bathroom and I had to help him back into his chair. His right big toe has an injury on it, and his right leg was colder than the room and swollen. '

Me:

'How's he going to the bathroom . Why didn't you tell me he can't get into the bathroom now?'

 My Brother:

I thought that was just yesterday he wasn't able, and that he could once he rested up. I didn't know he couldn't today until he said something to you over the phone.


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I can't make him go to a doctor against his will either. I know what you're thinking. I tricked him the last time to get him to go. But at least he could get back into his chair with some effort on my little brothers. 



But the most irritating thing to know is that since he went back to his own home he's gain about 70lbs..... He lost weight while staying at mine.....

4-5- stores and nearly 3-4 hours later I find the VERY LAST beside potty (I swear in the state of Utah cause it a holiday weekend) and finally got it to his house and my brother & i set it up for him. He stubbed his toe during his fall and now my brother needs to keep an eye on his diabetic feet.
But now my brother can't even get him on the toilet next to him because all of a sudden pop can't even stand to pivot to the toilet. 

Today I get a call that he was trying to get him on the pot and he ended up on the floor and he can't get him off the floor. I said "I can't pick him up. Call an ambulance." Which he was glad to hear it cause he wanted to call one. My dad isn't exactly light. He well over 300lbs. And last time he got on a scale it was 322lbs. Four firemen got him into his chair. Told me about a rash I had no idea he had (I refuse to look at my own father naked) on his crotch. and said he needed some DESITIN®. Which I took my little brother up to get some. I drove him back and went back to my own home. I don't know what to do anymore. Pop was refusing help for seniors when I had him. Now my brother has no choice but to call and get help from them whether or not pop likes it.
I am so tired of being a caregiver and having my brother help seems to add more stress cause he calls me for every little thing.  I almost dread answering the phone or getting on FB. When I took care of my grandparents, no one helped me with all this stuff. Not my dad. Happily the doctors set up care for them and my grandfather did. But they weren't refusing all the time.
No wonder between work and my parents causing me stress that I can't keep my thyroid in check.