The 23rd of January.
Much better sleep last night. Think it was helped by having my dressing gown available as another layer. I’m now sleeping in a jumper and pyjama bottoms tucked into thermal socks, under the winter duvet, a blanket and a thick dressing gown. I am the coldest person in the world.
This morning I did the big birthday blog post, and fitted in two Cats Protection calls before lunch. I also printed off some stuff I want to look over before my Anthony Nolan thing on Thursday, all about the decision to withdraw the funding.
After lunch, I went upstairs and spent a very productive hour putting together the wooden Little My and sorting out my sock drawer. I have too many that I simply do not wear and had forgotten I have, so they’re all going. Yet my drawer doesn’t seem any less full.
Becky came round with some more birthday flowers for me – she is better than was described, although she was still careful not to touch or breathe on me, which I was grateful for.
I think another early night tonight – Women’s Hospital in the morning.
The 24th of January.
Bleah, early start. Not as early as tomorrow though – we will be leaving the house at 7, so today will seem like a lie-in. Still, I’ll be having some fun drugs that may induce a nap.
I began at the Women’s Hospital at 10, seeing Dr. Robinson in the menopause clinic. Having read my book for half an hour, I was called in by Elaine, her clinical nurse specialist, and saw her instead. There was nothing I really needed to see Dr. Robinson about specifically so I just gave her an update on my general condition, we talked about my vaginal surgery, and I’ll just carry on with my current management until I see her again in a year.
Had to make a quick visit to haematology clinic to have my clotting checked for tomorrow, and Dr. Ferguson had asked that I get a tacrolimus level done so I had them look at that too.
I had to be at the dental hospital for half one, so there was no point going home to come back. Instead, we went into town where I got Mommy and Daddy’s anniversary card and some thank you cards, then we went to Pret for lunch. I got a cheese, ham and mustard toastie which was WAY TOO MUSTARDY so I had my coffee and cookie instead. Stupid pathetic mouth.
Mrs. Richards wasn’t in today, but I saw two of her team and they were both happy with my mouth is, so no injections today.