Archives For January 2018

The 29th of January.

Finally I had a good night. Let’s hope it continues.

This morning, I did a blog post, then got back to work on Anton the angel. His hair took pretty much until lunchtime as it involves tiny complicated stitches. Glad that’s over.

I also rang Piccadilly to book an eye test because they sent me a reminder last week. I went to the last one and she basically couldn’t read my results because the GvHD had made my vision really inconsistent, but I think it might be stable enough now for us to try again, so that’s Thursday.

After lunch, my Little Prince soundtrack was delivered (nobody bought it for my birthday or Christmas so I had to treat myself) – I had to buy the CD because the music is not digitally available anywhere! Now I have to do something I haven’t done for years and rip a CD. I bet the youth wouldn’t know what that means. Then I made the halo, wings and arms of Anton, and put him together. Three down, three to go.

The 30th of January.

I have been awake since quarter past four. Not thrilled. I don’t know why – just woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep. Now my brain is all itchy and I’m looking forward to bedtime.

I have at least been productive. My crochet magazines have come back out of hiding after Christmas and I decided it was time to digitally catalogue the patterns I wanted to keep in PDF form. I’ve been able to get rid of all my TOFT magazines, which took a couple of hours and about 30% of my phone battery. I’ll have to do a few of these sessions to get through them all.

I then got started on Woody the pine cone, and worked on him until lunchtime. I also had a delivery of a yarn swift, which is like an umbrella you can stretch a hank of wool around and it holds it taut while I use the other thing I ordered, a yarn ball winder to make it into a ball! It is so satisfying and much quicker than my previous method, which involved chairs and tables which didn’t stay still and took hours. I did five balls today in the time it took me to do one before. It was still tiring though – my heart rate went to to 135 winding the spool.

After that, I ripped The Little Prince CD to my iMac, then I made a coffee and returned to Woody while watching Blindspot. It seems somewhat nonsensical so far.

The 27th of January.

Ugh. Another bad night, and I am drained. Going to try Zopiclone again tonight – maybe two.

I dressed for the cold, in my knitted trousers and thermal poloneck jumper. Not going anywhere. This morning, I did not spill any water or coffee, and I wrote up a blog post. Then I had to finish Claus – he can’t be a candle without a flame. It’s over a year since I made these the first time and I have learned a lot since then, so these will probably be better than ours.

After lunch, I made a start on Xaver the tree, while watching another recorded film. This time, it was Shutter Island. I think I saw it in the cinema with Sophie, and not again since, so I’d completely forgotten how it goes.

I had planned on reading some more of Gnomon, but I feel so crappy I couldn’t concentrate. Bedtime soon please.

The 28th of January.

Stupid drugs. The Zopiclone kind of worked? It still took me hours to fall asleep, but then I stayed asleep until Mommy came in at ten to wake me up. I had set my alarm but apparently I slept through it. It does, however, mean I have been sleepy all day.

I came downstairs in my pyjamas because I was hungry, so after I’d eaten and had coffee, I went back to my bedroom to get dressed. By the time I was actually ready for the day, it was pretty much lunchtime.

There was no point doing any reading today because I don’t trust my Zopiclone brain to remember any of it. Instead, while I finished and assembled Xaver, I watched three of the Electric Dreams series Channel 4 did a while ago. Turns out, they were quite shit. They’re not long enough for any of the ideas to be really fleshed out so they’re like a weak Black Mirror. Maybe what they’re based on are better? I’ll look into the written works.

Maybe tonight I’ll have a normal sleep? I’m tired enough.

The 25th of January.

I have had to take lots of deep breaths today, which means I am tired. I’m taking a Zopiclone tonight so I get a good sleep. I woke myself up whispering angrily in my sleep because I was dreaming that I was having an argument with someone from The Biggest Loser.

So I have spent pretty much the entire day sat in the same position, doing the same thing. First, I was doing a blog post, then I carried on with the doily and my hand aches. I’m on the penultimate round, so I’ve at least been very productive. Hopefully I get it finished tonight.

Mommy was out with Grandma for ages this afternoon, so I had a long tv binge – Riverdale, then Black Lightning (I’m going to give it a couple more episodes before I pass judgement) and Carrie, which I recorded at Christmas. To be honest, I fast-forwarded the first half, because I just wanted to watch the bit where she gets her revenge. No need to see the bit where she gets tormented.

Ugh god I want it to be bedtime.

The 26th of January.

Zopiclone didn’t work. Sometimes that happens. No reason, but it means I’ve had little sleep and a drug hangover that’s made me feel like shit all day. Bleah.

It’s Mommy and Daddy’s wedding anniversary today (38 years!) so the first thing I did was give them their card. Then breakfast, coffee, hairwash. I tidied up the back of the doily I finished last night, then wrote the notes on the patterns for the Christmas dudes I am starting.

I spilled water all over the table again because I apparently have no muscle control, and it went much further this time, so Daddy and I had to spread everything out and dry it with paper towels. I’m going to stop being allowed beverages without lids.

After lunch, Mommy and Daddy went to see Darkest Hour (I know, so romantic) then they were having dinner, so I have had the house to myself for the afternoon. I have pretty much made the first Christmas chap, Claus the candle, while watching films. The Host, which I recorded ages ago and was meh, then Captain America: Civil War because Black Panther comes out soon and I needed to remind myself of the “previously on”.

Domino’s for dinner. What else?

The 23rd of January.

Not a huge amount of excitement to report today. After watching Surgeons last night, on which a liver transplant was performed, I had a dream that I was having another one, but it was with an epidural. I did not enjoy it.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, and decided what to crochet next. I had been doing a doily before I did the bears, so I have gone back to that. Finish that, then I’ve got an order for some Christmas chaps for a friend in Iceland so I’ll get started on that.

After lunch, I had a trip to the QE for immunology clinic. This time, I met Professor Lane, and I had to explain my history to him which was fun. When I got to the part about the accidental transplant, he said “That must be quite rare” and I said “Yes, only me” so I think he’s going to look up Mark’s paper. Anyway, having looked at my bloods and the tests Dr. Antrobus ordered, he thinks that actually I have a strong constitution and is not currently concerned about my immune system. I am just to continue avoiding germs and being a hero.

The 24th of January.

I was woken up by the rain this morning. So loud! So I got up about an hour earlier than I planned, but nevermind.

Because I was awake early, I did some crocheting after breakfast, then I had a chiro appointment at eleven. There was nothing major that I had felt, but she found enough to work on. I brought up the fact that the anaesthetist the other week had mentioned that I had a mild form of scoliosis, and she said yes, but it’s so minimal she hadn’t ever felt it necessary to treat, let alone bring up.

Mommy ended up taking a cancelled appointment after mine because she’s somehow developed tennis elbow in her left arm. That’s a mystery.

We then had a brief trip into Sutton so I could put the cheques Taid gave me for Christmas and my birthday into the bank, and buy a small mirror. I had one on the living room table that was useful for my eye drops, but when I spilled my coffee last week, it disappeared. We can’t find it anywhere, so I got a new one from Superdrug for 49p.

This afternoon, I have watched How to Get Away with Murder and crocheted. Do this doily.

The 21st of January.

Happy Birthday to me!

I woke up to major snow flurries that went on for most of the morning. I had my breakfast and coffee, then opened my presents. I got several wool vouchers, a yarn bowl, two crochet hook rolls, some money, pyjama bottoms, Fry’s Peppermint creams, and multiple bunches of flowers. I also appropriated some After Eight leaves from the kitchen into my present pile.

The rest of my morning was spent writing up a blog post, watching Sunday Brunch, and talking to Christine when she rang after her run. Taid also phoned to wish me a happy birthday and make sure his card had come. He mentioned that 27 was the year he met Betty, my Grandma who died from leukaemia. I said I could only hope to be so fortunate.

Becky and Alison came round this afternoon (separately), both bearing flowers so the living room is blooming. We had some birthday cake (chocolate and cinnamon streusel cake) and caught up on family and school stuff. Nice to talk about non-hospital things.

My birthday dinner was duck marinaded in sloe gin with dauphinoise potatoes, then pancakes. It was super delicious, and I am so full, I need to sleep.

The 22nd of January.

Birthday done, and I begin my 28th year of life. Who would have expected that?

To begin, I spent most of the day crocheting. So much so, that the bunny is finished, so it has been worth it. This morning I made both legs and the tail while watching some Bones, then lunch. No fancy scrambled eggs and smoked salmon like yesterday.

This afternoon, I embroidered the bunny’s face, then put him together. While Mommy was at Grandma’s, I talked to Aunty Audrey on the phone, because she’d rung Grandma but her phone was off. I explained why, and updated her on how Grandma is. Then we had a chat about how I am, and how she chases away the cat that comes in her garden.

After that, I thought I would read some more of Gnomon. I’m getting through it, but will probably go with a smaller volume next. Not the Stephen King one I got for Christmas.

The 19th of January.

Kittens are gone! I am sad, but they’re going to a happy new home and the adopters have promised to send us photos of them in their new burger beds.

A much better night, no wind to wake me up. I spent the morning writing up a blog post, and sending a couple of Anthony Nolan emails. I also managed to spill my coffee in the kitten room and all over the table in the living room, staining it, because I am a dickhead.

After lunch, I started working on a crocheted bunny, and I filled in all the paperwork for the adoption this afternoon. They arrived quite promptly, having apparently been counting down the days. We got Autumn in the carrier first (although she escaped on our initial attempt), then we nearly got Ava but she wriggled out of Mommy’s hands. Amber did not get away, so we popped her in, and finally we lulled Ava into a false sense of security before giving her a big hug and putting her in the carrier with her sisters.

I am going to miss them, but they’ll be fine. We’ll get some new ones!

The 20th of January.

Birthday eve!

I didn’t have a great night; I kept waking up because I was cold, and I had a dream someone was trying to molest me. Not pleasant.

Amanda (Cats Protection treasurer and adopter of Harvey and Hugo) came round this morning to collect a bunch of cheques and adoption paperwork, and gave us an update on how they are. They have apparently become enormous. I do hate it when they grow up. Much prefer the tiny cats. Then I did some crocheting of the bunny I am making, so now it has a head, a body and part of an ear.

After lunch (which included a cinnamon swirl for the first time in ages because the boy who normally works in the M&S Bakery and can’t do them wasn’t there this week), Daddy and I went to see Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri. We would have seen in last weekend, but the timings were no good. Thankfully, it was still on and at a convenient time so today was our day. I had to spend the first half of the film breathing through my scarf because the man in front of us had some sort of strong cologne on which assaulted my throat, so I needed a filter if I was going to not cough constantly. It’s such a good film – I kept seeing tweets saying how great it was and Christine saw it ages ago so I’m glad we got the chance. I laughed, I cried. Frances McDormand is excellent. It probably won’t be in cinemas much longer but if you get the chance you should see it.

We got home at six, and had about fifteen minutes before we went back out to Nosh & Quaff for my birthday dinner. I had a mimosa (in the drinks menu they say you can have an orange bellini but if you order that, they get confused), then some mac’n’cheese bites to start. They were delicious, although the cheese inside was very hot so I cut them all open to let the steam escape. There was a bit of a wait for the main courses, and I had ordered the Double Dutch chicken waffle. However, I took one bite and realised I was in trouble. In the menu, they do not mention that the coating the chicken is covered in is spicy as fuck and my mouth could not tolerate it at all. So much pain. So when the waiter came over to ask if everything was okay I was like “I have a problem”. He was very nice about it and brought me another menu after taking away the offending meal. I thought the hot dog sounded okay and he said yes that had no spice and he was correct. Just a good hot dog in a soft bun and no pain to endure. In all, I would call it a success, and would go back, but would check exactly how each dish is seasoned before ordering.

Tomorrow I will be 27 and it feels like a big deal.

The 17th of January.

Final early morning of the week today. No hospital, I was going to Black Sheep to meet Adam, the new owner (with his fiancée Sophie), and have a major colour change. He trained James, so has the expertise I need. New year, birthday, gig – all good excuses for new hair. We had a bit of a chat and in the end we’ve gone for seven different colours distributed through my hair. We had to bleach out the ginger first, then all the painting of the individual pieces took a while so I was there from 9.30 until 2. Long day in the chair!

I just had time to eat lunch, then we had to take the kittens to the vet for their second jabs. They were not particularly thrilled about it but I have since been forgiven.

Since getting back, I have crocheted the second arm of the bear, and I would like to go to sleep soon. Tired.

The 18th of January.

I got to sleep in until 9 o’clock this morning and it was so nice. I did get woken up by the letterbox flapping about in the night, but I put a podcast on and went back to sleep.

My plan this morning was to make the ears and tail of the bear, then assemble him. I got the first part done with no trouble, but when it came to putting him together, I found the snout was too big for the face. I tried all sorts of things, different wools, but in the end I created a new pattern and finally got him all sewn up.

This afternoon, I went to sit with the kittens, as they go tomorrow. I found to my delight that there was a new episode of Riverdale, still as mad as ever, then I watched a really bizarre film called This is Your Death which I hoped would be some clever Black Mirror-esque satire but no, it was just really fucking sad.

After that, I felt pretty glum, so Mommy and I watched Roast Battle and that cheered me right up.