All the colors...

I am loving this latest blanket I started using the Dahlia pattern again:  

Pulling colors from my stash that kind of approximate the designer's colors, I'm pretty pleased with what I'm getting.

There are fifteen different colors.  I followed the order the designer used for the first layout of the colors, but I'm winging it from here on out. The fun colors make me almost giddy.  Eager to see how each new placement of a color interacts with the colors already laid down keeps me crocheting until my eyes get blurry.  I'm in crochet heaven.  

And all those yarn ends?  I'm good with those, too.  I think sewing in all those colorful yarn ends will be almost as soothing to me as crocheting this two-row repeat pattern.  

And because of that, I'm planning on packing whatever I have crocheted of this blanket and toting it with me one day this week where I have somewhere to be and expect to have hours with nothing to do but wait. Sewing in yarn ends sounds like the perfect way to pass the (I have no idea how many) hours. 

Here's what's going on...

After having a spot on the side of my nose (at nostril level) carved on three times in the last two years by my dermatologist, I was finally referred to a Mohs surgeon this past August.  Online, the doctor I was referred to looks like he has loads of experience with mohs surgery, and is everyone's choice.  I'm hoping that is why my procedure was booked 8 weeks out.  And that was two weeks after my derm carved on me.  Ten weeks I've been waiting to get this done.  Almost a fifth of the year!  That seems kind of crazy, but what do I know...

Anyway, all those weeks have finally passed, and the day is practically within my grasp now.  I am both relieved at the thought of getting this procedure behind me, and anxious at the same time.   A fair amount of my anxiousness is because I know how painful are the first shot(s) in the nose. After that, I shouldn't feel a thing.  There's other stuff about it I'm trying to keep out of my mind, and I have been mostly successful at it, but with the countdown ticking in my brain now, thoughts of this procedure (and what kinds of repair - or not - may be on the other side) keep niggling their way in.

Hopefully, I'll be back here later in the week reporting that I came home from this thing with just a bandaid and feeling silly for even mentioning it.  If I come out with more than that I'll console myself with having something to write about.  

Prayers most appreciated - that I can keep the niggling thoughts tamped down, and that this surgeon gets all of the cancer cells.  I would truly love to not have to keep repeating the nose carving...