The 6th of November.

Today I nearly cried from sheer frustration.

Dave had told me to come to haematology clinic, so we dutifully turned up at eleven - late morning, as requested. After I'd finished the entire newspaper, including sudoku and crossword, I thought I'd see what was happening as the staff are usually more on the ball than that. I was eventually weighed, after having sat there for about an hour, and I was told I'd have to wait for someone to take blood from my line. I twiddled my thumbs for another half an hour, asked who was doing lines and I was told there were three people ahead of me. I saw nothing happening, and at about one I got a text from Monica asking if we could be at liver clinic for two instead of quarter past four. I was beginning to seethe by this point, so I replied saying "Gladly!" and I informed them that I had to leave, and we flounced out. Well, as well as one can flounce in a wheelchair, battling the rain.

So we hastily ate paninis in Costa, and the girl on the till recognised me from Midlands Today. Not the zillion times she's served me before.

James was happy, Monica was happy, I got bled, we picked up my drugs from pharmacy and at three o'clock, we finally left! We drove home in the rain, to a howly cat and a cup of coffee. Tonight I am panicking about a rash that I have because I don't know if it's a reaction to neomycin or GvH. I want it to be the neomycin so much, because that can be easily fixed, whereas if it's GvH, that means steroid cream and possibly pills and if I'm going to die, I'd rather do it with my own face.

The 7th of November.

There are fireworks. Now. Why? Stop it immediately.

Tonight I feel listless. I woke up at nine and decided I was going to shower and shave my legs. It was much better than watching Jeremy Kyle. But I did watch This Morning, which was a mix of old soldiers and cats who wouldn't perform. I am such a dedicated viewer of that program, I deserve to be on.

I'd ordered a few pairs of black jeans from ASOS which came today, and I was glad I'd chosen different brands, as the River Island pair fit fine, but the first two pairs that were ASOS brand didn't. Well, they might have, but the foot hole was so small I couldn't actually get them over my heel, meaning I couldn't properly try them on at all! Bad form, ASOS. Sent those back.

This afternoon, I needed to get some good black tights that aren't six years old for Monday, so we went to M&S, then my mama picked up Grandma's TV Times and we left. Went to the gym on the way home to try to quit, as they are still taking £40 a month from me, but they can't deal with extenuating circumstances in my local Bannatyne's for some inexplicable reason. The girl gave me the phone number for head office, so I rang them upon our arrival home and talked to someone for about three minutes and it was sorted!

I then watched Misfits, which now makes rather strange viewing since the video Joe Gilgun made for me. It's so great. Here's the beginning:

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