The 6th of March.
Quiet day. Daddy and I were going to go to the cinema, but then he got engrossed in working on the lights and he’s off all next week anyway so we sacked off that plan until Monday.
I got up at ten which I really need to stop doing as by the time I get downstairs, it’s usually about eleven and that’s a ridiculous time to be having breakfast. So today I’ve made the body of a bear for a lady at Boldmere Court, and I wrote up a blog post. I’ve also done what I would consider a minor workout. My breathing is improving – it just shows how much the fluid was inhibiting matters. I’m very hopeful that my next breathing test will show this.
I got on the scales this morning for the first time in months (I saw no point in doing it while I was holding fluid because it would be inaccurate) and after converting it to metric, I worked out I was carrying about four kilos of fluid. No wonder I was squidgy!
The 7th of March.
Woke up late again from a very stressful dream about socks. We had another go at getting my line to bleed, and the red one decided to play ball, but not the blue. It’s good for now, but who knows if it’ll stay this way. I keep pressing into my arms to see if they’re boggy and they are, but I don’t know if that’s the fluid not having all gone yet. I’m just going to have to keep an eye on it. I’ve literally only just put my Pandora bracelets back on today, I don’t want to have to take them off again!
I’ve read the paper, done some exercise and made a bear head. That is all really. Mommy made a Bruce Bogtrotter cake and smashed a large glass bowl by accident. We’re going to have it for pudding tonight.