The 23rd of October. 

I am full of yawns. Today has been of very little excitement. This morning, I wrote up a post, then had a FaceTime call from Christine because she had gone for a run, fallen down and split open her knee in a rather spectacular fashion. She wanted to show it to us so we could advise on how best to deal with it. Obviously her medical kit is not as extensive as ours so she couldn’t steri-strip it, so the next best thing was to make sure it was really clean, then holding it together with a strip of plaster so air could still get to it, and to keep putting ice on it. At least she wasn’t far from home when it happened. 

I then unravelled the crochet I did yesterday and started again with different wool. It was the right thing to do and I am much happier with it. I stopped so I could have lunch, and be ready for the lady to come and see Archie with her two sons at one o’clock. Except they didn’t turn up until an hour later because she apparently thought we’d agreed two. She was wrong. 

I took them in to meet him but it didn’t take long to become clear that it’s not a good fit. They want a kitten who will play with them and be boisterous, which Archie most definitely is not. Thankfully, the mother could tell that it wasn’t right, and they left after half an hour. 

Since then, I have finished remaking the thing is started yesterday, and am very pleased with the results. Being a perfectionist (in some aspects of life at least) pays off sometimes. 

The 24th of October. 

I woke up from the most complicated, bizarre dream I’ve had in a while. At the point my alarm went off, I was hiding under a desk from some aliens who wanted to transform me into something. Thankfully I never found out what. 

This morning I stuffed some parts of the thing I’ve been crocheting, then spent ages brushing them with a wire pet brush to make them look furry. My arm got really quite tired from it all. But it had the desired effect, so not a waste of time. 

After lunch, I went to the gym. I wasn’t sure if it was going to be really full or empty because it’s half term. Thankfully the latter! Got through all my routine in the order I like, and I didn’t have to do any passive-aggressive staring or anything. Vlad tried to talk to me at the end but I was not particularly communicative and he had to go to his next client. I hate it when anybody tries to strike up a conversation at the gym – I do not go there for chat. Unless you are the girl with the amazing body that I really want to befriend. 

Super excited for the My Dad Wrote A Porno finale listen-a-long tonight! Although very sad to be without Belinda and her antics again. 

The 21st of October. 

Today has not been particularly exciting but I am hoping it will improve tonight as I will be out at The Glee seeing Joel Dommett!

This morning, Daddy took me into Birmingham so I could pick up my replacement phone and he could see what Apple have done to Taid’s old workplace (he worked there when it was the Midland Bank). He very much enjoyed their accessibility solution, and once inside, I sent him off to have a look around while I found someone who could help. I found a man with the right information, and I got taken to a table to wait for another person to bring me the new phone. He took the old one, erased it, put the SIM in the new one and we were done. Then I just had to wait for Daddy to resurface. 

When he finally did, we returned home, and after lunch I went upstairs to restore the phone from the backup. Thankfully it didn’t take a ridiculously long time, so when it was done I still had time to call the vet and book the kittens and Amy in for chipping and neutering, then the adopters of three of the kittens so I can meet them before the actual adoption. I’ve now just had Sheila on the phone and she’s trying to convince me to take on the homing officer role. I’ll think about it. 

The 22nd of October. 

I’m really sleepy, so much that I am wishing the hours to bedtime away. I got in quite late because the gig ran over by about twenty minutes, mainly because of heckling by a twat called Rob, and he (Joel, not Rob) hung around afterwards for photos and chats so I had one of each – he actually recognised me from Twitter and is proud to join the illustrious group that is my cool gang of comedy pals. I also got recognised in the toilet by a girl who was at the gig on Wednesday, and she asked how my popcorn lung was. My level of fame is rising. 

Becky came round this morning (having given me enough notice to allow time for me to get dressed) and we had a good chinwag. Her cats, my cats, her school, my latest medical fun, her brothers, and my phone saga. We went to see the kitties and I passed them all to her one at a time for pets. They were all very well-behaved, and now I’ve got Shari coming back on Tuesday to see Angelica and Alfie again. This afternoon, I have been reading the Saturday Guardian and crocheting while catching up on recorded tv from last night. I might have to undo what I’ve made today because I used a wool I am unhappy with and as it’s a gift, although the recipient won’t know, it will bother me. I’ll see how it looks partially stuffed and then decide. 

The 19th of October. 

Tired. Need to catch up on the sleep I missed yesterday morning, but that won’t happen tonight because I’m at The Glee so will be back late, then up early for a 9am lung function test tomorrow. Yay about The Glee, not so much the hospital trip. 

This morning I wrote about yesterday because I was too tired by the time I could’ve done any writing last night. That took a surprisingly long time, and when I was done, lunchtime was pretty much upon us. 

I went to the gym this afternoon, where I saw very few familiar faces. No one I am irritated by, just the girl with the phenomenal body and a man who I see semi-regularly but is not interesting enough to have a nickname. I did about 85% of my usual routine because, a) I couldn’t really be bothered to do it all and b) I wanted to have a reasonable amount of time at home before going out again. 

When I got home, I made a tiny coffee, and rang the lady who had reserved Ava and Amira to make sure she still wanted them. She does, so that’s excellent, and we just need to find homes for Amy and Archie!

The 20th of October. 

Oh the gig last night was most fun. I met lots of nice people including two girls who let me join their table of wine-drinking, and the guy I was sat next to was excellent company too (and also works with Andrew from GBBO, amazing). I may have piped up during the show, but only because John brought up popcorn lung and when someone mentions an obscure disease that I have, I can’t not get involved. Things got a tiny bit awkward when they asked if it would get better and I said no, but then we moved onto kitten fostering and then it was fine. Then after the show they hung around so I said hi and had a photo before going home and crashing into bed. 

Then awake super early for lung function tests at 9. I had a new girl today, and she was very nice – it’s always good to have a chat while the machine calibrates. They’ve changed the tests again, so now I only have to use the weird mouthpiece for the last one, which they have made different too. We had to do one of the tests four times which was not ideal, but eventually I escaped, then I had to wait to see Dr. Thompson. He was running late, but we got there, and it was good news! Today’s results were better than last time, pretty much back to where they were before, so I left feeling quite perky!

On the way home, we stopped at M&S to get a croloaf (croissant loaf YES PLEASE) and some other bits including a cinnamon swirl Danish which I ate for lunch, then I had a very sedate afternoon. Tonight I have to back up my phone again because I can pick up the new one tomorrow!

The 17th of October. 

Today has been a pile of garbage. 

I’m still really achy, and was not thrilled at the prospect of sitting in my wheelchair much, but I didn’t think I’d be at the Women’s Hospital too long so it would be okay. How wrong I was. 

I arrived in colposcopy clinic at 11:15, but wasn’t seen until about 12, when Sue had come up and intervened (of her own volition; I didn’t even know she was coming). A nurse called me through, and we went to a room where I met Miss Byrom, and Sue and the two nurses were there too. We had a very brief chat about my problem, then it was jeans and pants off time. I put a gown on, and got into the very undignified position in the stirrups. On the ceiling were some pretty flowers, but I was far more interested in the screen with a big picture of my vagina on it. Miss Byrom attempted to insert a very small speculum, but it wouldn’t go in. There is some kind of obstruction, adhesion, like I had some sort of injury which has healed incorrectly. We have no idea what’s happened, but at least we have an explanation as to why I can’t be examined, and why I got nowhere with the dilators. So I’ll have to go back to be put under anaesthetic and my vagina will be “opened up”, to put it politely, and I’ll finally have a smear!

I then got taken to pre-op, where I waited for a good forty-five minutes before we even started. An auxiliary nurse did my height, weight and blood pressure, and I didn’t need an ECG because they have a recent one on file. Then back to the waiting room until a pre-op nurse could see me. 

I read some more of The Bone Clocks (I have made a great deal of progress in it today), and eventually a nurse came for me. We went to her room, and we had to go through all the usual questions. They had a lot of my information from my GA for the coil last year, so I gave her a potted version of my history, then made sure she had an up to date drugs list. She gave me several leaflets about GAs and preventing DVTs and PEs, then I took some blood forms off to the phlebotomist. That turned out to be the auxiliary nurse from before, poor woman, having to do multiple jobs. She said “That’s the NHS for you” and I said “That’s Jeremy Hunt for you”. Anyway. I finally got out at 3, and found Mommy in the car park who was very very bored and cold and hungry. 

Christine rang Mommy’s phone but we missed the call, then I rang her back to find that she’d tried to ring me but couldn’t get through, so we decided that when we got home, I’d back up my phone and tomorrow we’ll go to the Apple shop first thing. She’d actually phoned to complain about how the boiler people are a bunch of incompetent bastards and she won’t have any hot water until the end of the week, the second one of this saga. 

When we got home, we both ate lunch, then I went upstairs for an hour and a half to back up my phone. I couldn’t bear to sit for that long, so I lay on Christine’s bed with the electric blanket on to try to ease my back a little and listened to podcasts. It’s done now, and I’m looking forward to sleep. 

The 18th of October. 

Awake so early. Needed to be at the Apple shop for 9 to be able to see someone about my phone’s incoming call/text situation. I wasn’t first in the queue because being in the wheelchair, people walked past me into the shop while I had to wait for someone to activate the lift. Still, there were only a couple of people ahead of me, and the chap organising the Genius Bar said I’d be waiting about half an hour. He said I could leave and come back but there was no point, so Mommy went to Faculty to get me a coffee while I twiddled my thumbs. 

A guy came over about half past nine to hear about my issues, which I duly explained. He ran diagnostics and because of what I’d told him, he was happy to replace the phone once he’d checked it for any secret damage. That was all grand, except that they didn’t have any in stock, so I am awaiting an email to let me know one has been delivered. He has to say 10-14 days, but it’ll apparently be more like 5. 

Once finished my we went to Hotel Chocolat where I bought a Chocolate Yumpkin, and Boots for lip balm and some man tissues for Daddy before coming home. 

We had lunch and watched the new episode of Criminal Minds (so exciting I cannot explain), then Mommy ferried Grandma back and forth to Fellowship while I crocheted bits of the current project. 

The kittens were booked in for their first lot of jabs at 5, so we bundled them and Amy into the carriers to take them to the vet. It surprisingly easy to get them in, and there was no crying on the way. Lydon’s was full of dogs which I loved, but the cats were not so keen. I set the carriers facing each other so they were slightly comforted by that, and I crouched next to them. I took a lot of pictures of all the dogs but I didn’t pet any of them because I didn’t want the cats to smell them on me. 

When it was our turn, we started off with Amy, and she was good until it was time for the needle, at which point she spun round and hissed while the syringe was still in her neck. She was only too happy to go back in the carrier. All the kittens were really good; nobody hissed or scratched or bit, they were all just a bit wriggly. 

Back at home, I took a parcel that had been delivered to us next door, so I got to meet new neighbour Richard, who (it turns out) actually follows me on Twitter! He saw me in the Sutton Observer a while ago. Who knew we’d become neighbours? I also saw George again who was not poorly but he was a little bit grumpy because nursery had made him tired. I couldn’t stay long, because we had a lady coming to look at kittens and we needed to eat dinner before she arrived. 

I showed her Archie, Alfie and Angelica, as they’re the available ones. She really liked Alfie and Angelica  which is good because at least she’s got one who’s relatively confident. She asked all the right questions and I’m really happy with her as an adopter, so once the kittens are ready, she can have them!

The 15th of October.

I woke up from the most bizarre dream about me trying to break into my own bedroom from a balcony of some description but the security lion and monkeys wouldn’t let me in. Never a dull moment in my brain.

This morning I wrote up a post, did a tiny amount of crocheting, and Christine and I did some kitten stroking. They’re doing really well – they only make sad noises when they’re actually being picked up, but once they’re settled on a lap. they are quite happy and have even done some purring. I had to take some photos of Amy, because apparently there have been enquiries for young mums so hopefully someone will find her appealing. Also some of the people who had reserved kittens have pulled out so we’ll have to start having some viewings, although none have even had injections yet so they’re not going anywhere.

After lunch, Daddy, Christine and I went to see Kubo and the Two Strings. I had to shush some girls sitting behind us but that aside, it was lovely. Really glad we were able to see it in a cinema where you can really appreciate the fact that it’s stop-motion.

It’s three years since I wrote this post today. The longer I survive, the more terrifying the NHS funding situation gets, and the more I think I will die not from a superbug, but from an underfunded system that just won’t have the resources to save me.

The 16th of October.

Oh dear, I am full of ache. I think sitting on the floor with the kittens has been somewhat detrimental, and to be honest, I haven’t helped today. This morning, after breakfast and coffee, I went back upstairs to sort out my jumper drawer and pyjama drawer. I had some winter pyjamas in the jumper drawer which needed to come out, then I reorganised the jumpers so they were slightly more orderly. All the summer pyjamas then got put away in another drawer, and all my warm, winter pyjamas are now much more readily accessible. It was most satisfying, but it did require me to be on the floor for an hour. Oh well.

This afternoon, we had Sunday lunch at lunchtime because Grandma has been here, and I have been doing a lot of work on the second crochet Christmas project. I also phoned a potential adopter for one or two of the kittens to see when she wants to come and see them, then I sat on the floor some more and got each kitten out individually for a stroke. A couple even got groomed by Amy which they greatly enjoyed.

All of my back hurts this evening. I hope I can move tomorrow or my colposcopy clinic appointment might be difficult.

The 13th of October.

My hand hurts. So. Much. Crocheting. 

This morning was rather nondescript, just a blog post, then I started crocheting which has been my activity of the day. Working quite so constantly with a 2mm hook for five hours tires out one’s eyes and one’s thumb. It has cramped up several times but I massaged it and persevered because I really wanted to get it finished. I just have to sew on two of the elements and do some embroidery, and it’ll be complete. I am delighted with how it looks – it is so cute, I am sickeningly proud and can’t wait until Christmas so I can put up pictures. 

That has really been it. When I went to feed the kittens at lunchtime, I got Archie out and we had a very nice cuddle – he was very well behaved. I am hoping we can get Christine some kitty petting time this weekend. 

The 14th of October. 

Well, my day did not start off brilliantly; I threw my cereal all over myself and the chair so I had to change all my clothes. Fantastic. 

I have spent most of my day on my own. How sad. Mommy was out all morning with Grandma, and Daddy went to pick up his new car, which took him until quarter to three. I don’t know why, maybe he was just taking the long route home. Then at three, they both went back out to pick up Christine from the station, and returned an hour and a half later. 

I was at least productive during this time – I finished off the crochet project I’ve been working on, so no more tiny hook and sore eyes! Moved on to the next thing, which requires a nice, normal sized hook. I did have to stop at about half four though as my thumb kept cramping up and I really needed a break. It didn’t help that I was also tweeting a lot about the farce that is the Ched Evans rape trial. The sheer volume of vile misogyny on the internet and clearly in the courtroom makes me sick. Another example of a man using power and privilege to discredit a woman who has nothing to gain from accusing him. The fact that she has had sex before and used a certain phrase being used against her and that it’s deemed relevant evidence is such garbage. It’s a fucking travesty. No wonder women don’t report. 

The 11th of October. 

This is probably going to be a pretty short entry because I spent the majority of my day in Black Sheep. I woke up at nine after a crappy night’s sleep, had breakfast and wrote up a blog post before going to see James and Michaela at quarter to twelve. 

I sat in the chair and we had chats, but in the end we came to the conclusion that we didn’t know how it would come out at the end, we’d just try to lighten it as much as possible. I told him about Christine’s birthday and the new kittens. Then I did lots of waiting for the bleach to do its job (trying not to scratch where it itched), then the toner and the rinsing. Eventually I got to Michaela and she evened out my length so it’s nice and short again and I don’t have to add masses of product anymore. 

By the time I got home it was nearly half past three so I just had a tiny lunch. I went to say hi to the kittens and Amira actually came over to look at me, she even smelled me and didn’t run away so that’s progress!

I even fitted in some crocheting, enough to make my eyes start to hurt. Bloody tiny hook.

The 12th of October. 

God I hate this stupid back pain. The entirety of my lower back is just full of this kind of buzzing ache, I don’t know how else to describe it. I was at the chiro this morning and we talked about it and she thinks because of my history, hopefully I might get a more senior physio. Right now I’d just like an appointment! Maybe I’ll ask Dr. Thompson next week if he can see anything in the system. I can but hope!

After lunch, I went to the gym. I had plans to see someone tomorrow but now she has to work, but I didn’t expect another chance to go this week. Anyway, there I was. I got through all my machines, then did some passive-aggressive staring until a mat became free. Then some girls tried it on me but I am immovable. 

I am very pleased to be home for Bake Off tonight. I’m missing it again next week because I’m out at The Glee (and then again on the Friday). There are so few episodes left! I think I will actually cry when it finishes.