The 14th & 15th; Not feeling myself.
The 14th of July. I have not really felt up to participating in life today. Not quite under the heavy cloud, but definitely not feeling myself.
I didn't have a great start to the day; up early again for the dentist this time. I saw the dentist first, and that was fine, but then I saw the hygienist and it wasn't my normal one. I did not like her. She was very against me using a manual toothbrush or floss picks, and she was adamant that the kids' Sensodyne Pronamel toothpaste isn't minty (it definitely fucking is) and wouldn't listen to me when I protested. She said I had loads of plaque, then cleaned my teeth really aggressively and painfully - there was blood all over my face and bib which has never happened before. She really didn't seem to care about my history, or the fact that in all the time I've been at this practice and seeing Mrs. Richards, nobody has felt that I had any problems. I was very glad to get out of there. When I had to rebook, I made a point of making sure it was with my normal hygienist. Not seeing that woman again.
Got home where I could finally have my coffee (no time before I went out), and I rang the lymphoedema clinic that has been recommended to me. They said I needed a referral, so on Monday I'll get a consultant to write a letter.
The rest of my day has been spent looking for something to wear on Tuesday. Fuck my arm. If I weren't right-handed, I'd have chopped it off.
The 15th of July.
I am so tired. Another bloody early start for another morning appointment. This time it was to see the eye man at the QE. They were not running so on time today, so my 9.50 appointment ended up being more like half ten. Still, it was good news - said they were the best he'd seen them, which would certainly tally with how I feel. I can cut out one eye drop, so it won't take so long to go to bed, and he's prescribed something that might be better than Hyabak.
Got home about twenty to twelve, and the stuff I'd ordered from ASOS yesterday had arrived. I'd sent for a couple of shirts and a dress. I'm definitely keeping at least one shirt, not sure about the other, and the dress is going back. It's too dark for me. Shame.
This afternoon, I listened to the tennis while writing up the venoplasty blog post, and I've been to pet the kitties a few times. There is interest in Bree but I really need Betty to go first, or she'll freak out of she's alone for the first time in a new place. Bah.
Finally finished that doily I have been working on. I think next I will do some things for the new babies that are coming soon - Peter and Sophie's, Michaela's, and Robyn and Stu's. All the babies!
