The 28th & 29th; I am in need of vegetables.

May 30, 2016 — Leave a comment

The 28th of May.

I am coming down from a sugar high. I might be ready to eat again relatively soon. More about that later. 

Woke up this morning to find that Mommy has also got some sort of cold. It’s not great in our house right now. I am just keeping my fingers crossed that I’m okay on Wednesday for my Anthony Nolan talk. Let’s not be ill please. I wrote up a blog post, read the paper and let the kittens out for a run. They having a growth spurt so every time I feed them, it disappears pretty much instantaneously. Gabe screams his miaows at me when he’s hungry. I texted Elliot, potential adopter of Gracie, and he’s coming to see her on Thursday. He’s 21, but I am going to have to do my best not to treat him like a child. 

After lunch, Becky and I went to this place in Small Heath called Eis Café where they do insane desserts and milkshakes. Becky had a massive warm cookie in a pan with ice cream and whipped cream, and I had a Fudge Brownie Locoshake. It was enormous and delicious and very, very sugary. By the time we’d finished, we were both eager for a lie down. I am in need of vegetables. Since getting home, I finished the orang-utan body I’m doing, and soon we’re off to see Romesh!

The 29th of May. 

Lovely sunny day so I put on a dress and the kittens went OOH FLESH MUST STAB WITH CLAWS. I am sporting a plaster plus several tiny puncture wounds. Also jeans. Obviously kittens and bare legs are a bad combination. 

This morning I was still in pyjamas, watching Sunday Brunch, and working on the orang-utan’s head. I seem to have got the hang of the fur stitch now, although I don’t think it’s ever going to be my favourite. 

After lunch, I went upstairs to get dressed and finish going through all my notes. I’ve got to the end now, even of the second disc (that one is mainly genetics reports and charts, not much of interest or use). There was a lot in what I read today about the pain I was in post-liver transplant. It was really, truly horrific and I’m not sure if we ever found the definite cause. I think it was to do with my gut GvHD that the accidental stem cell transplant caused. I eventually got off the PCA (patient controlled analgesia aka huge syringe of ketamine), fentanyl lozenges, oxycontin and oxynorm, but that wasn’t until I’d been transferred to the QE so it was at least a year. I really ought to be grateful that I’m not in that kind of agony every day now, but I still have pain, just elsewhere. 

And I still haven’t come up with an ending for my talk! Really going to have to work this out because Wednesday is very soon. 

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