The 18th & 19th; Progress is glacial.

The 18th of October.  I think I am getting better? Very slowly. Like, I am definitely coughing less. I haven't been quite as phlegmy today? Ohh progress is glacial. 

This morning I did a blog post, and did some more phoning to find out what's going on with my Andrew appointment. Turns out Christine hasn't had anything about me, but because I've made contact with her, she's going to find me-related paperwork and wave it in his face so he tells her what he wants. 

After lunch, back on the crochet. Starting a Christmas present (eee!) - have to start thinking about that. Mommy and I have booked our train tickets for our annual London Christmas shopping trip. I hope I can wear more of my festive jumpers this year. 

My left eye has been protesting all day. So looking forward to going to bed and closing them. 

The 19th of October. 

I am just exhausted this evening. It's not like I've been out much, or had a bad night, I'm just tired. Bleah. 

I spent my morning sewing beads to the thing I'm making for Heidi. Mommy had taken Alison to her physio appointment, and must have done something to the door, because when the veg man arrived, I couldn't open it. It shouldn't have been locked, but I got my keys and tried anyway. Couldn't open it. I tried everything but it wouldn't budge. He put the box in the porch and I yelled out the window "Sorry, I'm locked in!" When Mommy returned, she couldn't open it from her side, so I ended up having to open the garage and let her in that way. I didn't have to walk much, but I could barely breathe. I know I'm not well at the moment but still...I think the pneumonia has probably damaged them permanently. I suppose I'll have to ask Dr. Thompson in November.

We had trip to St. Giles again today to try some more sleeves - not going for made-to-measure just yet. I've got two - one that stops at the wrist so I've got a glove to go with it, and one that's the same style as my other one, both in different materials. I'm not enjoying the glove; it's so squeezy on my fingers. 

And my eye is bad again today. Can I rest, please? Let me rest.