The 30th & 31st; I feel like a collection of conditions.

The 30th of March.  Fairly acceptable breathing today. I'm on 0.5 litres of oxygen. Normal air is not quite oxygenated enough for me. 

I at least had a better sleep, and this morning I got a blog post done and not much else. I had another appointment (which I had entirely forgotten about) at the Women's at half past one, so we ate our lunches and got on our way. Thankfully no hellish traffic jams today, but there was nowhere to park so Mommy pulled over, I drove off in my chair with the oxygen on the back and she found somewhere to put the car. 

I was seeing Miss Byrom for a follow-up after the procedure I had in November, and Sue, the sexual health nurse, was there too. I said that I thought it had been successful, but only up to a point. She examined me, using a very small speculum and a very long swab, and it turns out part of me has sealed up again. JOY. It's to do with a thing I have called lichen planus and it's just another stupid thing that I have that has no cause. I have to carry on with the dilators, and she's going to talk to a plastic surgeon about me to see if he has any ideas. 

Too many things wrong with me right now. I feel like a collection of conditions rather than a human woman. 

The 31st of March. 

Today was the most normal I have felt in a while. My sats were good enough for me to not need extra oxygen for most of the day. I'm on it now, but still, it's been a good day. 

This morning, I didn't fancy watching Eamonn and Ruth be unbearable, so I caught up on The Magicians and did some mindless crocheting. After this project, I really need to make something for nurse Jenny's baby and for James. I also had issues with Vue and their stupid website trying to book tickets for Ghost in the Shell. 

It's an odd sort of film. I kind of get the premise and I found it interesting, but I didn't really see the point. Having done some research, I think it's too large a story and world to cram into a 100 minute film. One thing I did like was the choice Scarlett Johansson made to lead her walk with her head. It was curious because the company in the film go to so much effort to make Major appear human, but her walk was so unwomanly. Hm. 

Tonight I am going out to The Glee to see Fin Taylor and Mat Ewins, but there is no way I am climbing the stairs, so I'm going in the chair and have arranged for someone to let me up in the lift. Then tomorrow I will feel terrible, I suspect.