The 28th & 29th; Hanging on by the skin of my teeth.

The 28th of August.  No vomit sounds this morning and that's the way I like it. I had a slow start, bimbling about in my pyjamas, and had just gone upstairs to get dressed when Becky texted to see if it was alright to come round. I asked for fifteen minutes, then put some clothes on sharpish. Ready with moments to spare!

She'd brought us a lovely cake stand to say thanks for looking after their kittens, and we caught up on life. I haven't seen her for ages because she was poorly before they went away, so there was much to discuss. My pain and painkillers, their bathroom (it's nearly finished and soon they will be able to shower at home!), Nadia's reluctance to leave, and their holiday which was slightly marred by the noisy neighbours. 

This afternoon, Rachel (the lady I spoke to yesterday about Nola) came with her mother and daughters to see the kittens. I think had they not already decide on Nola, they would've gone for Nova because she was showing off. Nola was a bit shy at first, but she soon came out of her shell and let them stroke and play with her. They actually wanted to take her today, but that's not allowed so they're coming back for her on Friday. 

Rest of the day has been taken up by crocheting. I have finished the sheep and now I'm working on the cat. I've done the head and ears already, so I don't think it'll take long. 

The 29th of August. 

Bank holidays mean nothing to me; they are no different to most days of my life apart from sometimes there is a good film on. Tonight, Thor: The Dark World is on and it doesn't seem two minutes since I saw it in the cinema. I remember looking at Asgard and thinking that if there was a heaven, I would like it to be like that. Or Rivendell. It hadn't been long since the doctors had said I couldn't have another transplant and I'd probably die soon, so you can understand why it was on my mind. Yet here I am, nearly three years later, hanging on by the skin of my teeth. 

The most exciting thing to happen today was that a man from down the road came to borrow some sand because Daddy had offered him some for his drive. When I answered the door he said something about my husband and I very quickly said "Oh you're the sand man, I'll just go and ask my DAD where it is!" because seriously what the fuck was he thinking? Shut that shit down. 

I just finished crocheting all the parts of the cat; now it just needs assembling.