The 31st & 1st; He was very disappointed.
The 31st of August. Mild improvement today? My eyes don't hurt quite as much, and my sleep wasn't as terrible. I suppose you can call that progress.
This morning I had an appointment with Andrew, post-venoplasty. I showed him my still fat arm and he was very disappointed. I was surprised that he had expected it to work, frankly. The next option for him would be to put a stent in, but it would be pretty massive and made of metal, and it would stop any central venous access from my left side, which could be problematic. He has a multi-disciplinary team meeting on Tuesday with other interventional radiologists, surgeons and haematologists, and he is going to present my case to them, and see me again in six weeks. In the meantime, I'll see Anne Dancey and the lymphoedema clinic, then we'll see where we are.
Popped into town afterwards where I bought some hand cream, moisturiser, and some drawers from Muji to tidy my make up area. Back home, I spent forty five minutes sitting on the floor sorting it out, which was very satisfying but very painful for my back.
Had a breakthrough with young Hugo! I went to give the kittens some more food, and he came up to me with his brother and lay down near me, even allowing me to stroke him! I have no idea why or how, or even if it'll happen again. I hope it wasn't a fluke.
The 1st of September.
Another trip to London! This time, it was Daddy's belated birthday present: the Pink Floyd exhibition at The V&A. Half ten train, arrived at Euston just after twelve. Train manager got the ramp for me because, quelle surprise, nobody there. We got a cab to the museum, when we met up with Christine and went to get some lunch in the café. I got a ham and Emmental baguette because everything else had spice and stuff in, then there were secret herbs in the butter that nearly made it intolerable. You think you'll be safe!
Our tickets were for 2.30, and we had to get headphones for the exhibition (very clever, they could pick up where you were and play the appropriate audio), so we joined the queue of other organised people. We got in promptly, as did many others, so it was quite slow to get around - especially for me, as I can only move at the speed of those around me, and only see stuff when people aren't in the way. I liked what I knew of them already, and there's some stuff I heard that I'm going to look into more. I took a lot of photos.
I bought two books on the way out (not Pink Floyd related) and waited for the others. They were watching the film at the end, which I had to leave because of blinding light. When they eventually emerged, we went to get coffee and cake. We decided to sit outside, which was a mistake because the wind was freezing.
I wanted to see the Rachel Kneebone sculptures, and so Christine and I went to find those. The first one was fairly obvious, a giant column by the entrance hall, and there was a sign saying the rest were in room 21. However, once there, we could not see them. A volunteer saw that we were confused, and she went off to find out where the other sculptures were. It turns out that one of them got a bit broken, and they got taken away. She could see I was disappointed, and asked if we were interested in the Balenciaga exhibition. I said yes, but we hadn't bought tickets. However, she said that was fine, and she'd get us in. Okay! So then we got to look around there at all the beautiful dresses. I discovered that Cristóbal and I share a birthday, and found a dress by Oscar de la Renta that I would gladly get married in. So stunning.
We met back up with Mommy and Daddy, and it was time for us to return to our respective homes. Christine poddled off back to Twickenham, and the rest of us back to Euston. I bought some Pom Bears and a green juice for dinner, and a New Scientist to read on the way home. Pooped.
