The 12th & 13th; I’m going to have liposuction.

June 14, 2018 — Leave a comment

The 12th of June.

Happy Birthday Daddy!

First thing, I gave him the presents I bought him yesterday. I had ordered some other stuff but it didn’t look like it would arrive in time, hence the shopping yesterday. Of course, they were actually delivered today. Oh well, he can have them for Father’s Day! Anyway, he’s very happy with his fudge and astronaut.

I did a blog post this morning, then we went out for lunch at The Boathouse. I don’t think we’ve been there since Becky and James’ wedding. They have done it up, and I do not like the new artwork. Mirrors with bottles of alcohol sticking out of them, appearing to spray. Awful. And being sold for £295! Still, I had some tasty food: mac and cheese, and baked cod in a brie and chive cream sauce. All very delicious.

We had about an hour at home, then Mommy and I had to go to The Spire to see Anne Dancey about my arm. We went through all that has happened in the past year, she examined both arms, and basically, I’m going to have liposuction. I’ll get a quote tomorrow, then I will book a date to have it done. I will have two arms that are the same size!

Dolly is still unhappy and I think we are stuck. I have texted the adopter of Dot, because her daughter in law looked after Dolly at the cattery and I think she might be able to help.

The 13th of June.

There is not much of interest to say today. This morning was pretty quiet – I booked my trains to London and back for the stem cell APPG summer reception in July, and found myself panicking about getting the train home in time, despite me doing it last year and getting the same trains. I need to calm the fuck down.

After lunch, I went to the gym and actually had a good session without any terrifying breathing or terrible back pain! Amazing.

This evening, Sarah, who worked with Dolly at the cattery, came round to see her. We hoped she might be able to coax her out but unfortunately, she wasn’t having any of it. Stayed under the chair, hissing. We’ve got some rescue remedy to put in her water, and I’m going to talk to Shaki to see if she has any further ideas. Otherwise, we’re at a loss. 

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