The 13th & 14th; I’m a trier.

January 15, 2018 — Leave a comment

The 13th of January.

I was feeling frustrated at myself, because I had to completely unravel the bear I’ve been making because I was going to run out of wool if I continued with the hook I’ve been using. Start again! However, Singin’ in the Rain is on and it never fails to cheer me up.

I was also annoyed because Daddy and I went to see Coco, but my experience was marred by the man behind us constantly talking to his son. Talking in cinemas should be illegal.

When they weren’t blathering on, I very much enjoyed it. It’s so colourful and well told, and for once I didn’t sob so I might be able to watch it again. The songs aren’t great though. Not a patch on Moana.

Not much headache to speak of this morning, which was good because we had to be up early for eye clinic at ten to ten. It turns out that the pressures in my eyes have gone up, so I’m starting a new drop to combat that. I’m to try to bring my dexamethasone use down to twice a day, then switch to prednisolone and get that to twice a day. Every time I’ve done it in the past it’s resulted in pain but hey, I’m a trier.

The 14th of January.

It occurred to me this morning that next Sunday is my birthday and I really haven’t thought about it at all. Got no plans, haven’t asked for anything. Not my usual self at all. I suppose I have just had too much other stuff on my mind!

Today it was back to being productive. This morning, I watched Sunday Brunch and restarted the bear. Over the course of the show, I finished the head, although even with a much smaller hook, it used more wool than I expected it to.

After lunch, I had to sit in silence so I could finish writing my blog post for Anthony Nolan. I took a break to watch an episode of The Biggest Loser with Mommy while she was not at hospital with Grandma, then I went to sit with the kittens and write some more. However, they weren’t keen on sitting still, and then I choked on some of my water which was terrifying for them and for me, so I returned to the living room where I got to the end. It’s a little bit longer than they asked for, so I’ll ask Mommy to proofread it, see if any of it needs cutting, then send it to Lucy.

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