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The 26th of February.

I found the birthday card! I had hidden it (too well, it turns out) in a Christmas bag by my window. Very pleased because it is a great card.

First thing, I gave Mommy her card and presents – a pair of embroidery scissors she’d asked for, and some afternoon tea Biscuiteers biscuits. Then, once I’d had my coffee, I went back upstairs to the computer. I put together Suzi’s sausage dog while scanning for duplicates, then marking and deleting them. The program I got to help with iCloud is no good, so I’m going to have to do it the tedious way.

I got sick to the back teeth of marking individual photos, especially when there were over 40,000 groups, and then the program crashed, so I thought fuck it. I created some rules, auto-marked and trashed them. And seeing as I’m doing the iCloud photos on a browser, I can do it downstairs on the laptop and not be in agony. I’m going to ring the GP tomorrow to find out if they’ve had this letter about steroid injections. I ought to be able to sit in a normal chair without excruciating pain.

The 27th of February.

No computer today! Well, a tiny bit, but using the laptop, not at my desk.

I had a big sleep, and this morning I did very little bar having a hairwash, petting the kitten and doing a bit of gym research. I simply don’t have the impetus to work out at home, so I need to find somewhere that I can go which is more accessible to me i.e. no stairs.

After lunch, I started working on Sara’s King Charles spaniel while catching up on some tv. I’ve made the head and body, and seen the new iZombie (how I have missed it) and last week’s How to Get Away with Murder. I am unhappy that Connor proposed to Oliver because I love them and I think this means that Connor will probably die.

I also spoke to the GP to see if they’d received the letter from Dr. Blaney’s secretary. They had not, so I rang her, but she wasn’t the. Someone from her office rang me back, and it turns out she never fucking sent it. It has been done now but fuck, she is incompetent.

 

The 24th of February.

I am so close to being finished. Or at least, finishing a stage. All I have done today is sit in front of that damn machine. I did at least get four sausage dog legs made and watch over half of Mindhunter at the same time.

All the photos are backed up and deleted from the phone and photos app. There are some left on the iPad that I cannot access no matter what I do and I think I am going to have to restore it to factory settings to get rid of them. Then there is the iCloud website. There are still 12,000 photos on there and to delete them, you have to click on each one individually. I am downloading a program to hopefully help me do it in a less time-consuming manner.

I still have to look at exactly what I want to put back on to my phone, but that is a task for another day. Tonight, I have to check what is important on the iPad, then restore it. I hate everything.

The 25th of February.

Ohh I am very annoyed. I seem to have lost the really great birthday card I got for Mommy. I was wrapping her presents this afternoon, was looking where I thought the card was but couldn’t find it anywhere. So that’s frustrating,

This morning I was back on the computer. Deleting stuff from iCloud and hunting for duplicates. I think I should probably just do one thing at a time because my duplicate program kept crashing which is not ideal. I am at least making progress with the iCloud website photos – got rid of over 1000. Only about 11,000 more to go.

We went out for Mommy’s birthday meal a day early, so picked up Grandma and went to Water’s at Resorts World for Sunday lunch. I decided not to have a starter because I wanted space for a pudding, but it ended up being a bit disappointing. My main course, chicken breast with crispy skin and sage and onion stuffing (so moist!) was beautiful, but my chocolate and orange mousse was nothing special. I should have gone for the sticky toffee pudding instead.

 

The 21st of January.

Happy Birthday to me!

I woke up to major snow flurries that went on for most of the morning. I had my breakfast and coffee, then opened my presents. I got several wool vouchers, a yarn bowl, two crochet hook rolls, some money, pyjama bottoms, Fry’s Peppermint creams, and multiple bunches of flowers. I also appropriated some After Eight leaves from the kitchen into my present pile.

The rest of my morning was spent writing up a blog post, watching Sunday Brunch, and talking to Christine when she rang after her run. Taid also phoned to wish me a happy birthday and make sure his card had come. He mentioned that 27 was the year he met Betty, my Grandma who died from leukaemia. I said I could only hope to be so fortunate.

Becky and Alison came round this afternoon (separately), both bearing flowers so the living room is blooming. We had some birthday cake (chocolate and cinnamon streusel cake) and caught up on family and school stuff. Nice to talk about non-hospital things.

My birthday dinner was duck marinaded in sloe gin with dauphinoise potatoes, then pancakes. It was super delicious, and I am so full, I need to sleep.

The 22nd of January.

Birthday done, and I begin my 28th year of life. Who would have expected that?

To begin, I spent most of the day crocheting. So much so, that the bunny is finished, so it has been worth it. This morning I made both legs and the tail while watching some Bones, then lunch. No fancy scrambled eggs and smoked salmon like yesterday.

This afternoon, I embroidered the bunny’s face, then put him together. While Mommy was at Grandma’s, I talked to Aunty Audrey on the phone, because she’d rung Grandma but her phone was off. I explained why, and updated her on how Grandma is. Then we had a chat about how I am, and how she chases away the cat that comes in her garden.

After that, I thought I would read some more of Gnomon. I’m getting through it, but will probably go with a smaller volume next. Not the Stephen King one I got for Christmas.

The 19th of January.

Kittens are gone! I am sad, but they’re going to a happy new home and the adopters have promised to send us photos of them in their new burger beds.

A much better night, no wind to wake me up. I spent the morning writing up a blog post, and sending a couple of Anthony Nolan emails. I also managed to spill my coffee in the kitten room and all over the table in the living room, staining it, because I am a dickhead.

After lunch, I started working on a crocheted bunny, and I filled in all the paperwork for the adoption this afternoon. They arrived quite promptly, having apparently been counting down the days. We got Autumn in the carrier first (although she escaped on our initial attempt), then we nearly got Ava but she wriggled out of Mommy’s hands. Amber did not get away, so we popped her in, and finally we lulled Ava into a false sense of security before giving her a big hug and putting her in the carrier with her sisters.

I am going to miss them, but they’ll be fine. We’ll get some new ones!

The 20th of January.

Birthday eve!

I didn’t have a great night; I kept waking up because I was cold, and I had a dream someone was trying to molest me. Not pleasant.

Amanda (Cats Protection treasurer and adopter of Harvey and Hugo) came round this morning to collect a bunch of cheques and adoption paperwork, and gave us an update on how they are. They have apparently become enormous. I do hate it when they grow up. Much prefer the tiny cats. Then I did some crocheting of the bunny I am making, so now it has a head, a body and part of an ear.

After lunch (which included a cinnamon swirl for the first time in ages because the boy who normally works in the M&S Bakery and can’t do them wasn’t there this week), Daddy and I went to see Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri. We would have seen in last weekend, but the timings were no good. Thankfully, it was still on and at a convenient time so today was our day. I had to spend the first half of the film breathing through my scarf because the man in front of us had some sort of strong cologne on which assaulted my throat, so I needed a filter if I was going to not cough constantly. It’s such a good film – I kept seeing tweets saying how great it was and Christine saw it ages ago so I’m glad we got the chance. I laughed, I cried. Frances McDormand is excellent. It probably won’t be in cinemas much longer but if you get the chance you should see it.

We got home at six, and had about fifteen minutes before we went back out to Nosh & Quaff for my birthday dinner. I had a mimosa (in the drinks menu they say you can have an orange bellini but if you order that, they get confused), then some mac’n’cheese bites to start. They were delicious, although the cheese inside was very hot so I cut them all open to let the steam escape. There was a bit of a wait for the main courses, and I had ordered the Double Dutch chicken waffle. However, I took one bite and realised I was in trouble. In the menu, they do not mention that the coating the chicken is covered in is spicy as fuck and my mouth could not tolerate it at all. So much pain. So when the waiter came over to ask if everything was okay I was like “I have a problem”. He was very nice about it and brought me another menu after taking away the offending meal. I thought the hot dog sounded okay and he said yes that had no spice and he was correct. Just a good hot dog in a soft bun and no pain to endure. In all, I would call it a success, and would go back, but would check exactly how each dish is seasoned before ordering.

Tomorrow I will be 27 and it feels like a big deal.

The 15th of January.

Early start again – liver clinic this morning so we were out the door at nine. Philippa wasn’t in today, but I saw Kirsty and a nurse I know from TCT, who has changed jobs to help patients with the psychological effects of transplants and transition from BCH to the QE.

James was very happy with my liver tests; he went so far as to call them “perfect”. I’ll take that. He can’t quite believe it, after the way things were in 2013. To be 27 on Sunday is not something I thought I would do a few years ago. We weren’t sure I’d see 23. What a miracle my body is.

Got home and I had a coffee while I watched the first episode of season 4 of How to Get Away with Murder. The ending was a good twist – that’s a way to keep me watching. It’s so good. Viola Davis is amazing.

I was at the dentist and hygienist this afternoon. Dentist first, but not Liam as he has a new baby, so I met Elizabeth. She’s very nice, was very complimentary about my oral health, no problems there. Then Sandra cleaned my teeth and she was happy that we’d had success with the Oral B toothpaste.

Other than that, it’s been kittens and crochet. Make this flipping bear.

The 16th of January.

Bleah, it is too cold. Bloody winter. I do hate having to get up so early when is freezing too.

This morning it was the Women’s Hospital for menopause clinic. I got a bit of my book read, then I was called in by Elaine, Dr. Robinson’s clinical nurse. We had a chat about the past year, and about the procedure last week. Bit of concern about the coil, because that has to come out next year or 2020, and there is some worry as to how we retrieve it because last time, Miss Byrom couldn’t even see it. Will discuss it with her in follow up, although that has to be rearranged because the appointment they’ve given me is on the 12th. Can’t.

This afternoon, I went to sit with the kittens, and I watched Get Out. I thought it was really smart, the way Jordan Peele used the classic horror movie tropes like the deer hitting the car, but the most scary part is just the general creeping unease that grows throughout the film. I was glad to have my furry friends during the final sequence.

The 13th of January.

I was feeling frustrated at myself, because I had to completely unravel the bear I’ve been making because I was going to run out of wool if I continued with the hook I’ve been using. Start again! However, Singin’ in the Rain is on and it never fails to cheer me up.

I was also annoyed because Daddy and I went to see Coco, but my experience was marred by the man behind us constantly talking to his son. Talking in cinemas should be illegal.

When they weren’t blathering on, I very much enjoyed it. It’s so colourful and well told, and for once I didn’t sob so I might be able to watch it again. The songs aren’t great though. Not a patch on Moana.

Not much headache to speak of this morning, which was good because we had to be up early for eye clinic at ten to ten. It turns out that the pressures in my eyes have gone up, so I’m starting a new drop to combat that. I’m to try to bring my dexamethasone use down to twice a day, then switch to prednisolone and get that to twice a day. Every time I’ve done it in the past it’s resulted in pain but hey, I’m a trier.

The 14th of January.

It occurred to me this morning that next Sunday is my birthday and I really haven’t thought about it at all. Got no plans, haven’t asked for anything. Not my usual self at all. I suppose I have just had too much other stuff on my mind!

Today it was back to being productive. This morning, I watched Sunday Brunch and restarted the bear. Over the course of the show, I finished the head, although even with a much smaller hook, it used more wool than I expected it to.

After lunch, I had to sit in silence so I could finish writing my blog post for Anthony Nolan. I took a break to watch an episode of The Biggest Loser with Mommy while she was not at hospital with Grandma, then I went to sit with the kittens and write some more. However, they weren’t keen on sitting still, and then I choked on some of my water which was terrifying for them and for me, so I returned to the living room where I got to the end. It’s a little bit longer than they asked for, so I’ll ask Mommy to proofread it, see if any of it needs cutting, then send it to Lucy.

The 22nd of July. 

Writing this on Sunday morning because I was not exactly in a fit state last night. 

This morning, after breakfast and coffee, I had a lot of typing to do – two long blog posts done. When I have to write very long ones, I use the laptop, but it’s not good for my wrists. My body is so broken. 

I had some lunch, then got myself ready to go to Becky’s for her birthday barbecue. When I arrived, I was presented with a glass of rosé and took a spot in the garden, under the gazebo. It wasn’t super warm, but it was at least not raining. All of the usual gang were there – Chris, Alison, Jamie, Lorna (and her boyfriend Will), Micky and Stuart, Michael and Barbara. Other people were going to come and go as the day went on. 

We managed to soldier through the first shower, but after about 5 o’clock, it was getting a bit chilly and we decamped into the living room. I sat next to Luna, one of the cats, so I always had someone to talk to. We played Cards Against Humanity, which I have not done before, but I won three black cards so I was pleased with myself. 

By the time I had started my third wine, it had got to about half past nine, and I was quite sozzled. Decided it was time to go home – I needed carbs and water, and if I’d stayed, I would have continued to drink and things could have ended rather messily. 

The 23rd of July. 

Hmm well rosé does not agree with me. The last time I had it was at Jill’s when I also had Four Loko and some kind of apple shots so the hangover could have been attributed to any of those. Today I haven’t been hungover, but I’ve had really unpleasant heartburn since last night. Had some Rennies today but it still isn’t 100% gone. Ugh. 

I had a nice morning watching ol’ Nish on Sunday Brunch, writing about yesterday and trying to ignore Rita Ora. I don’t know why, I just find her incredibly irksome. Grandma didn’t go to church, so she came to us for lunch, which we actually had at lunchtime, not mid-afternoon. 

Afterwards, I went upstairs for an hour or so to have a lie down and stretch of my stomach, give it a bit of a rest, while I listened to some podcasts. I came back down to say bye to Christine, and crocheted some more of the minion while the cricket was on. Then I went to see the floofs, and watched one episode of Orphan Black. I’ve got two episodes left of season 4, then I’ll actually be on the current series. 

Grandma has gone home, and I’m starting to think about some tea. More carbs, I think.