Archives For June 2017

The 28th of June. 

I am very confused. I checked myhealth this morning, and it said that I had a venoplasty date! The 19th of July. However my later on this morning, while I was watching the Pretty Little Liars finale (which I will get to in a minute), I got a phone call from Andrew’s secretary to let me know that I had a date and it was on the 12th! And she said that Tracey would ring and I’d get a letter, so I’ll just see what they say and if there’s a discrepancy, we’ll have to ring again. Either way, I have a date! Finally. 

So, Pretty Little Liars. First of all, I don’t know why we needed all the gratuitous sex scenes. Waste of time. Also, we didn’t need any of the scenes in the school with the new teenagers. Do not care. Then, mid-way through, when we had the Spencer’s twin reveal, I was quite pissed off. And TroianBellisario ‘s English accent was absolutely atrocious. She is such a good actress, it is bizarre that she thought that was a good choice. Apparently it is based on people from TOWIE/the fact that her character would have grown up on the streets, but that only makes sense if she was hanging out with the Artful Dodger and Fagin. So I was annoyed for a little while, but then I just thought “You know, this show is so ridiculous and stupid, why did I expect it to actually tie anything up?” so I stopped caring and just enjoyed the silliness. 

This afternoon, I wrote up a blog post, then I watched the iZombie finale (less shocking but I’m very interested in seeing where the next season goes) and another Orphan Black. Also my we’ve booked tickets to go and see Committee, the musical about Kids Company that Naomi has been developing. Really looking forward to seeing that!

The 29th of June. 

It’s definitely the 12th. I checked myhealth this morning and now it says the 12th too. So no phone call or letter but hey ho, we’ll go with it. Less than two weeks away. I will be counting down the days. 

I can’t really remember what I did this morning. I got annoyed with the repeated interviews on Victoria Derbyshire, so I went to sit with the kittens, and I suppose I just wasted a lot of time with them. They let me stroke them when they’re comfortable on the floor. Still not fans of being picked up though. 

This afternoon, I had a hairwash and listened to today’s My Dad Wrote A Porno Footnotes featuring Mara Wilson, and responded to Christine’s texts while she watched Pretty Little Liar. I tried not to give anything away in my replies. Then I went back to the kitty room where I watched the last three episodes of season 1 of Orphan Black. On to season 2!

It is too cold for June. I am absolutely freezing in my jeans and a jumper. Extra blanket tonight I think.

The 26th of June. 

Ughhh NO PROGRESS. Rang Tracey this morning and she doesn’t even have me on her disc (whatever that means), despite saying ten days ago that she had my paperwork. She has to talk to the other person who does bookings, and they’re not in until tomorrow, so we’re ringing back tomorrow late morning/early afternoon. This is so hard. I feel like giving up. 

Mommy and Daddy have had an impromptu trip to Wales today because upon discussion last night, it was realised that today was the only day they could go. Someone had to stay behind to look after the kittens and considering what a day in the car does to my back, that was me. 

I don’t really know where my day went. I wrote up a blog post this morning, and I did some shouting at the Daily Politics before going to check on the kittens. They had put one of the mice in the litter tray, and we had a nice play until Betty decided to poo. 

To cheer myself up, I listened to the new episode of My Dad Wrote A Porno while I ate my lunch. Then I watched the season finale of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D and upset myself again because it was really sad when Hope disappeared. A man came to the door with a survey, and I had nothing better to do, so I took part, answering questions about whether I trust the government and if I am concerned about being a victim of cybercrime (I don’t and I am not). I suppose the rest of my afternoon was Orphan Black on Netflix and kitten petting. Now I’ve ordered pizza and am awaiting the return of my parents. 

The 27th of June. 

First thing I did this morning was email Andrew’s secretary. She must have gone straight to him, because about five minutes later, my phone rang, and it was the man himself. I tried to explain my frustrations, and I think he understood. He said he would get Tracey to sort it out and ring me back with a date. She hasn’t yet. He also said he thinks there could be a lymphoedema element, basically he is trying to prepare me for it not to work. If that happens, I don’t think he’d do the rib-removal surgery without me seeing a specialist first. However, not a lot of doctors really understand it very well. He better have a friend he can refer me to. I am not spending another six months like this. 

So I’ve spent a lot of my day staring at my phone. Mommy and I watched last night’s Great British Menu, then she went to Grandma’s. I watched a bit more of Orphan Black, and I’m just blown away by Tatiana Maslany’s ability to play so many characters and constantly act against herself. Felix is my favourite. I could well just blast my way through this show, considering I’m already halfway through the first series. 

A family came to view the kittens this evening. A couple with their six year old daughter who want two playful kittens. Now, mine might not be super friendly, but they do love to play. I got some toys out, and soon they were selling themselves. They want Brodie and Bailey, so now we just need to chip and neuter them and they can be adopted. Then find homes for Bree and Betty! Phew.

The 24th of June. 

Back to being not very warm. I liked the in-between weather, when it was about twenty. Oh well. Bloody British summer. Anyway, you don’t come here for meteorology. 

This morning I wrote up a blog post, idly watched some of Saturday Kitchen, then went to see the kittens. They’ve livened up since yesterday, although I could only see two of them. Obviously Betty is fine – she always runs right up to the door, chatting away. I rang up a chap who is interested in coming to view, so he and his wife are coming tomorrow. They can’t have any until they’re neutered so I’ve got some time with them still. 

After lunch, I’ve managed to while away the afternoon doing not much of anything. I did a chocolatey face mask, watched some tennis, and the latest episode of Nashville which had me an absolute wreck. Do not show me daughters watching their mother die because I cannot cope – it is my worst fear. 

So after that, I had to go and see the kittens again to cheer me up. They were much more forthcoming than usual – I got to stroke Bree, Betsy and Brodie, and they had great fun learning about shoelaces. 

Watching the footage of Jeremy Corbyn at Glastonbury made me quite emotional. So many people who believe in a world where hope triumphs over fear and where everyone gets a chance at a decent life. There is some light left. 

The 25th of June. 

Well it’s been a much busier Sunday than I am used to. I accidentally left the box of Dreamies out last night and they’ve eaten them all. I’d say there were 50 Dreamies in that box. So they were mental this morning. 

Becky came round about eleven. She’s had a super busy three weeks with report-writing and doing levels and having meetings about those, so no time to catch up until today, bless her. She got to meet the floofs and managed to get some cuddles, then we were joined by James. He has a play with the ones that were out – I think all the Dreamies made them more outgoing. They left when Alison rang about a holiday cottage, then after lunch, she came round to meet the kitties too. 

I had a couple coming to view the kittens this afternoon, and they arrived just before two. We thought they wanted two kittens, but they’ve decided one is enough (they already have two adult cats) so we had to try to work out which one would fit in best with their dynamic. Betsy presented herself first, and as is usually the way, it was love at first sight. I thought she’d be the one, as she’s so pretty, and she sits on me for the longest. They left after an hour and a half, and I’ve just got to sort out the neutering, then they can have her! And now I can let some other people view the rest. 

Since then, tennis, Grand Prix, bit of crochet. Everybody tired. 

The 22nd of June. 

19 degrees. Much more comfortable weather. From the clouds I can see, it looks like the rain is coming. Good. I love a good storm. 

I’ve had a relatively busy day? This morning, I got the new episode of iZombie watched (and almost shouted SHIT and grabbed my face at the ending), then Shaki came over. She had the vet histories of the kittens which didn’t correspond to the names she’d given them so had to rewrite all their forms, and it meant we could now identify which is which. So the one we were calling Betsy is actually Bree, Brodie is still Brodie, the lighter brown tabby is Bailey, and the darker one is Betsy. Once I knew that, I could book them in to Lydon’s for their first set of vaccinations. 

This afternoon I was back at Black Sheep for my colour change with Danyl. We had a chat and I told him about my ice cream kind of inspiration. First we bleached it all, then pink around the sides and at the roots, then added in a coral colour on some of the tips. I’m now a raspberry sorbet/fruit salad/drumstick lolly. 

That was my afternoon gone! Got home just before six, checked on the kittens, and have just heard news that my friends Vicky and Laura have got engaged and I am so happy!

The 23rd of June. 

Well we didn’t really have a storm, but we have the post-storm colder weather. I’ve had to put socks and a cardigan on. 

We were out at the vet at 9.20 for everybody to be jabbed. Although they were running rather late, so we amused ourselves watching the bunnies and baby and dog that were also in the waiting room. Our kittens just went to sleep. Even when we got called in, they stayed pretty relaxed. We did Betty first, then popped her into a separate carrier so I could get at the kittens. They were all fine, nobody struggled, just Bailey needs to eat a bit more. Get her up to a kilo, then they can all be neutered.

Since we got back, they’ve all been totally wiped. Just slept all day, flooped on the floor. I have written up a blog post, had some lunch, done some crochet. Listened to some podcasts, from a whole bunch of selfies to get a good photo of my new hair and iced some cupcakes. 

Daddy’s labyrinthitis has kicked off again, so he was throwing up from late morning until mid-afternoon. He’s only just come downstairs. 

Last night, Bree scratched my right arm, and water came out. Teeny tiny amount of blood, but mainly water. So I suppose if the venoplasty doesn’t work, we stick a load of needles in my arm and squeeze. We’re ringing on Monday. I don’t give a fuck, I have been like this for half a year and it is unacceptable. 

The 20th of June. 

It has been slightly less hot today. It didn’t feel like it this morning – I had to get changed after going upstairs to put on minimal make up because I was so sweaty. It was very unpleasant. 

I was meeting Sadie for waffles at one, so Mommy dropped me off in the Bullring car park and I went up in the lift to Selfridges so I didn’t have to deal with any blinding sunlight. I was early, as always, so I got a table and waited for her while perusing the menu. We decided we would have just waffles, no room for milkshakes too. I went for the Seriously Cinnamon, but without all the whipped cream and stuff they normally put on top. Just cinnamon and syrup for me please. 

I got to hear all about the debacle of her stolen phone, her dealings with the book eater (Matthew Goodwin, her PhD supervisor), and she got to squeeze my fat fluidy arm. A fair trade. Still no venoplasty date, by the way. Once we’d eaten and paid (neither of us could finish our plates), we moved to Starbucks for cold beverages and comfier chairs. Amazingly, sofas became available just as we ordered our drinks! How fortuitous. While there, we saw two children riding around the toy section of Selfridges on these houses that move around like real ones. They’re incredible and I want one. 

Back home, I managed to get the kittens to play a little bit. They will play with me, as long as I don’t make any sudden movements. Sigh. 

The 21st of June. 

Today has been the hottest. And I had to go outside. Bleah. Oxygen clinic at ten, where we saw Ben, who was very happy to see me without tubing on my face and looking much brighter. He also wanted to know what was going on with my venoplasty/PICC, and when we told him that nothing has happened, he said he would email Andrew to try to speed things up. 

Had a slightly longer appointment with the oxygen nurse, just because I had to explain everything about the pneumonia and my stays in during the past six months. She stabbed me in the ear and my oxygen levels were a bit lower than last year but that is only to be expected and they weren’t terrible.

Went into town before going home, where I bought three books (Why I’m No Longer Talking to White People About Race by Reni Eddo-Lodge, The Power by Naomi Alderman and We Should All Be Feminists by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie), an eyeliner and mascara from Boots, and a fan brush from The Body Shop. The lady who served me had to go and find one from the stock room, and came back with several which she put on the counter. I paid, and she brought my receipt and change round the counter to give to me, but not the brush. I assumed she had just forgotten to pick it up so asked for one and she thought she’d given it to me but I didn’t, so she handed it over. Then we went to Starbucks so I could get an espresso frappuccino. While I was waiting, I happened to look in my bag and saw a brush, which confused me because I was sure I’d put it in the Foyles bag with the books. I checked, and there was a brush in there too! I had no idea how the one in my handbag got there, so I got my drink and we went back to The Body Shop. I went up to the counter, where the lady was, and handed her the extra brush, apologising for my accidental thievery. She was very surprised me but congratulated me on my honesty. Sure I could have kept it, but what would I do with two? Seriously no clue what happened. 

This afternoon, I think I made some progress with Betsy and Brodie – we played games with my fingers. They don’t immediately run away from me now. 

I had an appointment with Trine at the chiro at half four, and it was much better than last time. No hospital bed makes such a difference!

The 18th of June. 

Too much warmth. Sleeping was not good. I have a sheet on my bed now so hopefully tonight it will be easier. I am not built for this weather. I prefer about eight degrees less than this. Low to mid-twenties is a good temperature. 

This morning was blog post and Sunday Brunch. Coffee, curtains closed. This afternoon, I’ve been counting down until kitty o’clock but now it’s here and they’re going to be late because another fosterer is delayed. Bahhh. After lunch, I started some new crochet (finished the doily last night but it needs ironing), then at 2 I went upstairs to lie in the dark and listen to Gardener’s Question Time because I’m very old. 

Back downstairs an hour later, crocheted until five, then found out about the hold up. Now writing, twiddling my thumbs. Dinner between six and seven so they can’t come then. I just hate it when people are unreliable. It’s not Shaki’s fault, but still it is frustrating. I want my floofs!

The 19th of June. 

Kitties arrived after dinner. They are super fluffy and gorgeous. The mum (Betty) is very friendly, she is very happy to be petted. The kittens (Brodie, Bree, Bailey and Betsy) are less forthcoming – will have to make them enjoy it. 

Obviously it is too hot to do much of anything. Last night was gross – my room is the hottest, even with the curtains closed and windows open. Bleah. 

For most of the day, I have been sat with the kittens, trying to get them used to me. Tennis on in the background, glasses of iced water. The kittens are bouncing around, exploring their new abode, having lots of pretend fights. I can tell which one is Brodie because he’s the only one with short fur. Betsy is the biggest, fluffiest girl, and she’s grey, so I think I can identify her. Bree and Bailey are both brown and look basically the same, but one is lighter. Which one that is, I am not sure. 

Wilting. Really not looking forward to bedtime. 

The 16th of June. 

I have a tiny bit of good news. I gave the ciclosporine eye drops another go last night, fully prepared for it to be awful again. But it was fine. It stung a bit, and first thing this morning was a bit tricky, but it was so much better than last time. So now that extra line of treatment for my eyes is up, let’s hope that helps. 

So it’s been a quiet day. I wrote up a blog post this morning and this afternoon I did some podcast listening and redid all the crochet I’d had to unravel. Now back to where I was, I can try to finish. Will have to do most of it tomorrow because on Sunday, new kitties come, so I will be super distracted. I need some tiny floofs. 

The more that comes out about Grenfell, the worse if gets. The Queen and Prince William visited victims today, Theresa May only went to the hospital where she could control the narrative. Then she goes to a church but nobody sees her and she sneaks out of a side door. No council-lead support; everything is being done by the volunteers. Everybody in power is doing the bare minimum, sometimes not even that. It’s inhumane. 

The 17th of June. 

So hot. So bright. Being on Voriconazole means I’m not really allowed to go in the sun (it majorly increases the risk of getting skin cancer and since we know someone who did get it because they didn’t know, I’m not taking any chances), so I can’t go outside and enjoy it, but even if I could, I’d be so photosensitive, I’d be blind. I miss being able to see without pain. 

It’s been mainly a day of crocheting. Want to finish the doily. And I’m doing very well – I’ve got one round left. Although focusing on tiny crochet hasn’t been great for the eyes. Finish a round, have a rest. Lots of drops. 

Very little to say. I iced some cakes and put sugar elephants and ducks on them. I climbed the stairs and it was fine. That was a really good feeling. It’s been so long since I didn’t need an immediate rest when I got to the top.