The 3rd of September.

I am so tired. This morning I was actually sleeping at half six when my alarm went off. I had to get up because I had haematology clinic and if you're not early, you're there for hours. It actually turned out to be a wasted trip though because Ram wasn't there and everyone else is useless to me.

We went into town to take back some trousers that Daddy had rejected because they had no wool in them and get some replacements, then we came home for lunch and promptly went out again to the chiro. I haven't had any twinges, and Trine just found a few niggles to work through, so my fall has obviously not been too traumatic.

This afternoon, I published some blog posts and watched some trashy TV. I also got a lovely present in the post! It was a basket of various goodies, such as triple chocolate cookies, Haribos, Neal's Yard shampoo, Soap & Glory stuff, candles...it was just full of delights. Strangers (you know who you are) are great.

And yes, tonight I'm knackered and I'm going to bed immediately post-Bake Off.

The 4th of September.

I was hoping for another reasonable-ish sleep but that didn't really happen. Never mind. I am down to 20mg of pred now, so things are moving on the right track, albeit slowly. I reckon I might be off them by the end of October if things go to plan?

My day has been really very boring - I have written stuff and watched TV, and this evening was supposed to be an Old Hallfieldian Society meeting but it was cancelled last minute, so it's been rather a sleepy and mundane day. I have drunk a lot of coffee.

I'm trying to write again. We'll see how that goes.