The 26th & 27th; All my love to all the women.

The 26th of March.  Breathing is reasonably good today. At one point, my sats were 100% on air which could be deemed a miracle. At other times they've been like 93 but one has to take the wheat with the chaff. 

This morning, I gave Mommy her card and that biscuits I had bought her. Christine bought flowers, I bought biscuits that look like flowers. Which I will also get to enjoy. 

I wrote up a blog post, then I talked to Christine. She rang for Mommy, but she was out picking up Grandma from church so I regaled her with tales of all the things I have to put in my eyes now. There are only so many drops and ointments I can use before they start to leak out. I really don't know how this blurriness can be fixed. Lenses aren't going to work; this is medical. Such is life. 

We had Sunday dinner at lunchtime while we watched The Wizard of Oz, and I realised just how awful a character Dorothy is. I'll have to see some other Judy Garland films and see if she's actually terrible or it's just a one-off. 

Now I am back to my usual Sunday afternoon of crocheting while sport is on in the background. The way I like it. 

Thinking of a lot of my friends today. Those who have lost their mums, those who have lost their children, those who are new mums and those who never will be. All my love to all the women in my life. 

The 27th of March. 

Not so good. Needed oxygen pretty much all day. Not ideal, but I haven't had to go out anywhere, so not really a problem. 

Either my alarm didn't go off, or I slept through it. Not by too much, but I still find it annoying. I hate sleeping too late because it feels like I am wasting the morning. However, I do need more sleep than usual at the moment. I wouldn't mind but I keep having dreams about spiders that can jump and I'd really rather not. 

I have pretty much spent the whole day crocheting. I am working on a doily that has turned out to be more of a bloody tablecloth. I have just been beavering away solidly, stopping to eat and to talk to Shaki when she called to see how I am doing. I miss having kitties to pet so I'd like to start fostering again soon. 

Hope my breathing is better again tomorrow. I will probably take some oxygen to Black Sheep anyway just in case, but it would certainly be easier if I didn't need it.