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Documenting not dying since October 2013.

The 6th & 7th; Spencer Harland never even bothered.

The 6th & 7th; Spencer Harland never even bothered.

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The 6th of February.  Late night, and I spent my morning writing about yesterday, then writing it up in a blog post. We had phoned the chiro to see if I could go on the list for any cancellations, and Sandra (the receptionist) rang to see if I wanted an appointment at three. I said yes please, very much so!

This afternoon, I spoke to the person who does appointments for the pain team, to see when I might expect mine. It turns out they only got a referral for me in December, which is the one I asked Charlie Craddock to make when I saw him in clinic. She confirmed that it was a referral from haematology, which means that Spencer Harland never even bothered. I have spent months waiting for an appointment which was never going to materialise had Charlie not got involved. It's a twelve week wait, so I'm looking at March maybe? It should have happened in January. Fucking furious. 

Needless to say, Trine was quite shocked and appalled. She can't do anything, but she could help sort out my angry ribcage. A serious amount of kneading and stretching was done, and she told me not to be surprised if I bruise. I don't mind, so long as my bones stop grinding together.

The 7th of February. 

A most unproductive day. My skin is doing its occasional "have some spots in awkward places" thing and because I am blessed with good skin most of the time, this is completely unacceptable. I'm really very grateful I don't have to go anywhere this week and worry about concealer. 

I've given up on the sock I was making because I got to a point where the pattern confounded me so I've unravelled it all. One day I will find a sock that I can make! I practised some other crochet and unravelled that too, typed a pattern up so I don't have to get the magazine that it's in out every time I want it, and put a recently adopted cat in the Cats Protection database. SUCH EXCITEMENT. 

My arm has actually gone up another centimetre. I now look at my left arm and think it looks almost withered when it is the normal size, it's the right one that is insanely large. I really don't know how much good a compression garment will do.

The 8th & 9th; I am a grandma.

The 8th & 9th; I am a grandma.

The 4th & 5th; To the point where it scares me.

The 4th & 5th; To the point where it scares me.