SPINSTER STITCHER: September 2026

Sep 28, 2026

DAMNIT GUMBY

I'm sorry, Dearies, but I will be amiss for a bit longer it seems. Another round of Prednisone started today, so I find that I must be where other people are not. Carry on, please. Our regular programming will resume shortly.

With love,

coni

Sep 12, 2026

ALL ABOARD THE CRAZY TRAIN!

They've started the Prednisone, Dearies, so I am going quiet for a bit to spare myself (and you) all of the drama that is me while on high dose steroids.

But before I go...a fabulous shower and hairwash, a freshly made clean bed, and a little tailgate party just for me here at the Four Seasons Hospital;

See you on the other side! Cheers! ❤️

Sep 11, 2026

WELCOME TO THE FOUR SEASONS...SPINSTER STITCHER STYLE

In the hospital with what we think is a Crohn's flare gone awry. I came to the Boogie ER on Wednesday night (a small standalone facility a minute away from CS2) and after 15 hours there they admitted me to their five-bed inpatient hospital right here in the same building.

(No, Betty, this isn't me neing a princess and spending a billion dollars to have room service. This is the same hospital that did my Louie surgery...just not the main one downtown that didn't have one single bed.)

(So bite me. I'm sick.)

I was feeling pretty poorly Wednesday morning and then got hit with the worst chills you can imagine, and then spiked a fever super fast. One car ride later and I'm hooked up to iv antibiotics, drinking enough ice water to float a barge, and under quarantine until they get all of the cultures back.

Ick.

But the BellyBean is clocking in with numbers indicating he's OK, and Louie is taking a clear liquid gut rest like a little champ and has only farted once in front of a nurse.

Alas, no stitching...but once my head clears a bit and I am feeling less like death I'll get back to it, I promise!

JB is doing his thing, and I have made him promise me to stay calm and do his thing. He feels bad that he's not here in a gown, mask, gloves, and whatever else crazy getup you need...but I'm just happy he's not im the visitor chair looking like he's going to pass out.

Of all the people in the world a super-phonic white coat symdrome sufferer gets stuck with...and it's me.

Talk amongst yourselves, Dearies. I'll be here with my iv pole doing my thing for a bit!!

Cheers!