The 13th & 14th; My life is just not difficult enough!

 The 13th of January.

Still coughing. It is getting better, but so slowly.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then painted my nails. Daddy pressed the pieces of my jumper (under supervision), so once my nails were dry enough, I started the making up and finishing off process. I sewed up the right shoulder, then had to pick up the whole neckline. Once I'd got it all on the needle, I stopped for lunch.

This afternoon, I knitted the collar, then I had to cast off in rib, which required much concentration. I had to mute the television and keep telling myself what I'd done so I didn't mess it up. Once I'd got that done, I made myself a coffee and had a biscuit, then put The Strain back on. I definitely need something else to concentrate on during certain parts of it because it is sometimes very unpleasant. And I have now finished off the jumper! I mean, it's not good, but for a first attempt at anything, I'm quite pleased with my efforts.

The 14th of January.

It has been a long day. Well, a long afternoon. This morning, I did a bit of knitting while we watched Andy Murray. I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable watching him run around, if his hip is anything like my back, he is being incredibly strong because bone pain is debilitating. Still, it was better to watch him rather than the news which is just more of the same Brexit blah.

Straight after lunch, we went to the QE because it was time for the eye appointment I had to arrange. First, I saw the nurse who did a preliminary sight test and my pressures. Then I had to wait a while, so I read my book (I Can't Believe You Just Said That by Danny Wallace) which made me think that I really must try to be more polite, even when I feel like being snarky is justified. The doctor called me in, and she was not Mr. Kolli, but she had read my notes last night and knew what she was talking about so I was quite happy with her. We chatted about my symptoms, then she had a look at my eyes, and cleaned out some gook, then put in some dilating drops. While we waited for those to work, I had scans of my corneas done, and some other photographs. By this point, my eyes were getting really dry and painful. One last look in my eyes with the doctor and she confirmed that the cataracts that developed when I had radiotherapy have finally become a problem. So I have to go to Mr. Kolli's cataract clinic to talk surgery. Because my life is just not difficult enough!