The 25th of April.
My back was a bit sad this morning but I can’t take that to mean anything yet. I’m going to give it a week, then make a decision.
I had to be up early because I had an appointment at the GP at ten to discuss my prescription. The hospital decided they should probably take over my regular drugs and because there are so many, it seemed to make sense to make an appointment to go in and go through it with them because enough mistakes have been made with them in the past for me to be wary. It turned out that some of my concern should have laid with Sridhar who wrote the letter to the GP because he got several of the drugs/doses wrong which is not helpful. Thankfully Dr. Bagchi is very sensible and knows to believe us about what we need vs. what might be written. Now we have all that planned, it should be fine when I next need to get some drugs. She called me “motivational”. That’s me, Little Miss Motivator.
This afternoon, we caught up on some of the tv missed last night, and then Mommy went to Grandma’s while I sat and crocheted my jumper sleeve while watching iZombie and Buffy. Tonight I am out again, this time for the My Dad Wrote A Porno Live show with Sadie! We are very excited. I’m having dinner with Mommy and Daddy first because they’re going to go to the cinema to see the Potato Peel Pie film, which is fine with me as I have no interest in that.
The 26th of April.
Oh, I fell straight to sleep last night. Porno Live was excellent, hilarious and harrowing, and I had just enough wine to not dream, but not so much that I felt the effect this morning. Perfect amount of wine.
Spent the morning in my pyjamas, finishing up the second sleeve of my jumper, then I went to get dressed for the gym, putting on one of the four pairs of leggings Sadie bestowed upon me last night.
I did more in the gym today than on Tuesday. Not everything I usually do downstairs, because there were people in the way of the equipment, but got along happily with everything upstairs because there it was almost eerily quiet. I stared at a girl for a bit too long because she was so strong and I wanted to be her. There was also an old man and I didn’t particularly want to be him but he was carrying a sweater that looked ever so soft that I kind of wanted to wear.
Back at home, I’ve watched some Buffy and Scandal, and I’m going to start assembling my jumper.