The 9th of March.
Oh god I am so over winter. It is supposedly going to be sixteen degrees by the end of the week; the weather people better not be wrong. I’m sick of my toes being cold.
I have tried to spend much of my day with Monica. I picked her up onto my lap last night and she stayed and was happy, so we’re definitely friends. After I’d done a blog post, I went into the back room to hang out with her while I watched what was left of This Morning. She was not in the mood for hugs, she just wanted to play, so I didn’t try to grab her.
I left her to have lunch, then went back to watch a Pretty Little Liars but she stayed under the bed for that. I was supposed to be meeting someone for coffee at four, so Mommy gave me a lift because she had to do things in town too. I had a feeling that the person wasn’t going to turn up so I’d taken a book, The Outsider by Albert Camus. I sat there for half an hour and drank my coffee while I read, then I left. Oh well! Not entirely surprised. No second chance.
The 10th of March.
I got on the scales this morning and I’ve lost weight again. I suspected I had because my jeans are looser and I’ve been finding it difficult to finish my main meal in the evenings, like my stomach has shrunk again. This doesn’t make sense, and I don’t know how to fix it. It could be related to the antibiotics I’m on but they’ve never affected me like this before. I suppose I’ll finish the course, then I need to see what happens. I really don’t need to get any thinner.
I saw Monica briefly this morning, but had to leave her at twelve so I could eat lunch before we had to go to the chiro. Trine crunched me a bit but not a great deal, thankfully. More neck-squeezing than I would like. She’s asked me not to get any more coughs and I’ve said I will try. I also showed the receptionists pictures of Monica and they think she’s adorable because she is.
We popped into the GP’s on the way home to give them a copy of my vaccination protocol, because I’ve never had the post-transplant jabs you’re meant to have after six months (I was always too poorly) so those are due to start in a couple of weeks.
This afternoon I had a good, long kitty cuddle until my leg went numb. But it’s worth it; she keeps me warm.