Archives For 200 degrees

The 15th of November.

Oooh I am very tired this evening. I think it is a caffeine crash, after having two flat whites with Vicky this afternoon.

Quiet morning – wrote up a blog post, and used a different brand of dexamethasone eye drops (the ones that came from the GP instead of hospital) only to find that there is preservative in them and it was really bloody painful. This is why I don’t go to the GP about things.

After lunch, I met up with Vicky at 200 degrees in town for coffee, cake and chat. I pretty much had a massive moan about all the things wrong with my body – my eyes, my arm, my lungs, my gynaecological issues. Mostly minor things but they all add up. And she offloaded about shit she is dealing with, then we talked about nice things like hanging out with Joe last night and stuff we have been watching on Netflix (mainly Stranger Things). We also enjoyed a funny coincidence of a chap at the table next to us mentioning Joe, so I sort of interrupted (in a polite way) and it turned out he was Joe’s friend Paul who is fairly pivotal to the show! What a small world.

The 16th of November.

Assembly day.

This morning was quiet – finished crocheting the remaining parts of the current project while I watched the new episode of Riverdale. Washed my hair. I suppose that is all.

After lunch, I put together the first little fellow, then didn’t have time to do any more before Ann and Tom arrived to see the kittens again. We’ve been letting them out to run around so this time they scampered up and down the room, gamboling and fighting.

Once they’d left, I put some shoes on and we had to get going to Hallfield for an OHS committee meeting and the AGM. Roshan, the GP in the group, arrived at the same time as me, and we hovered outside, ringing the bell until we were let in. Then we hung around until the Richards and Aman came out of the Head’s office so we could start the meeting. Although, first Richard (the Head) wanted to show me how he’s redecorated – he has got some very comfortable Chesterfields! Probably not conducive to a meeting though.

Speaking of which, it was pretty short and sweet, and now I’m the vice-chairman. Yeah.

The 8th of July.

Oh I have had such a nice day. This morning was kind of soft and quiet; pootled about in my pyjamas, had my coffee, petted the floofs (Bree is getting better at tolerating it), then went back upstairs to get dressed for coffee and cake with Vicky this afternoon. 

She was actually early (really she had no excuse to be late because 200° is pretty much next door to where she lives) so when I got there, she had already got a cosy table. I had vouchers for free coffees so I got us both nitros and a slice of chocolate and banana loaf, then she purchased a sandwich which had peaches in but was apparently enjoyable!

We just had a lovely couple of hours, eating and talking about all the things – the saga of my arm, Glastonbury, HER ENGAGEMENT 😍, my lack of love life (she is going to do some matchmaking), Pride, politics. I do love her. If cancer has given me anything, it is some really fucking great friends. 

Since getting home, I have done much writing about yesterday and today. Tomorrow morning will involve lots of typing. 

The 9th of July. 

Just counting down the days until Wednesday. Please, please work. 

I slept really badly, for no apparent reason. Spent my morning doing the blog posts that were due with Sunday Brunch on in the background. Had lunch late because Mommy and Daddy were emptying Sadie’s garage of all of Christine’s crap, then spent an hour in my bedroom with a  podcast, checking my new jumper fit (it does). 

Back downstairs, we had to shut the cats in the bathroom while a mattress got added to their setup, and they did not like that, so then I sat with them (once they had been set free) and watched some Orphan Black. Halfway through season 3 now. No Wimbledon today; Anniversary games instead. Mommy has been shouting at the tv. 

Got to ring a CNS in the morning because not all the bloods that needed to be done haven’t been, so I suspect I’ll need to go back to clinic so they have all the information on Wednesday. I remember Neil saying what tests I needed and they had all the forms so I suspect the labs have fucked up.