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The 6th of June.

My right shoulder is the problem today. Honestly, my body just feels like a disaster zone lately.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then I listened to the new episode of The Naughty Step and gave the kittens a pet before a trip to Black Sheep for Michaela to cut my hair. She was away when I went for my colour, so I had to wait. It was getting far too long and tufty. Had a good chop and chat about life, gave kitten updates, and had barely finished my coffee by the time we were done. Daddy picked me up on his way back from that dump and we came home.

Had to eat some lunch very quickly, remove my eye make up, and go back out to the QE to see Mr. Kolli. Had a blast from the past while waiting for my name to appear on the screen when a girl called Rosie who I met at BCH came over. She works at a care home so was with a patient, but it was nice to see that she is fine. My eyelashes are behaving themselves for now, so I don’t need to have any more removed yet, my pressures have come down a bit (after several attempts to measure them), and my GvHD is inactive. Plan now is to do steroid drops every day for two months, then stop, and do the pressure drops every day until a week before my next appointment with him in three months. Let’s hope my eyes continue to cooperate.

The 7th of June.

Well, Dolly has been a right old pretender. Not in her disdain for us, but the kittens. All this time she has acted like she doesn’t care about them, completely ignoring them, but we had to separate them last night so they wouldn’t feed from her while they were meant to be nil by mouth, and she has made the most forlorn sounds all day. Constantly mournful yowls, so I spent my morning replying to every mew and giving her Dreamies. She only really quietened down when she fell asleep. I don’t know how she’s going to cope tomorrow night when they’re gone and not coming back.

I stayed with her until lunchtime, came out to eat, then I went back in until it was time for us to go and collect the kittens. I really don’t know if me sitting with her helped at all, but I couldn’t bear to be out of the room and hear the sadness.

Had the bonus of meeting some good dogs at the vet, and the kittens had all been fine, they just screamed all the way home. Must warn the people tomorrow.

The 23rd of May.
Knackered again. I would really like a coffee, but it’s too late now. And I have finished the bag of Jelly Babies that normally reside beside me so I can’t even get a sugar hit.
I spent my morning having my hair coloured at Black Sheep. Well, technically, the morning was just bleaching, while I read The Cutting Edge (the new Lincoln Rhyme book), then it was after noon when the colour was applied. I showed Sophie some pictures of the new kittens, and she loves Daphne. I don’t blame her; she is the most photogenic. The colours we have gone for this time are a slate base, then stripes in purple, green, slate and a pinky red.
When finished, we made a quick trip to Boots because I needed a new toothbrush. Showbiz. By the time we got home, it was gone 2pm and I was very hungry. I watched the penultimate episode of The Blacklist and if Samar doesn’t wake up I will be furious. Then I listened to The Naughty Step while I took a lot of selfies to document the new hair.
Finally, I sat with the kitties and watched some of Bates Motel. I’m ignoring the unrealistic depiction of the girl on oxygen. Dolly came out for a bit and we did some more looking at each other. I’ll make her like me.

The 24th of May.
Really looking forward to sleep tonight. I’ve had three coffees today but still, bedtime is going to be great. Might even have two Zopiclones. Fuck it, I want a big nap.
This morning, Selina and I finally had this coffee that we have been planning and postponing for months. It was very lovely! Really, we didn’t have long enough – we spent an hour recapping our past ten years, interspersed with odd Handsworth recollections, including the realisation that actually, Miss Mold and Miss Jackson had a beautiful, enduring friendship. So we’re going to do it again, and next time we can talk about current things.
Back at home, I had some lunch, then Mommy went to Grandma’s and I had to twiddle my thumbs until the Amazon man arrived with my hair paste – didn’t want to be in the middle of befriending a cat only to chuck them away when the doorbell rang. He appeared just after I had made a coffee which was excellent timing. Had that, then I got Daphne to sit on my lap for about five minutes of Bates Motel. I’m happy with that.

 

The 5th of April.

I am very sleepy this evening. I don’t know why; I didn’t sleep badly, I didn’t get up super early, I’m just knackered. I better not be getting ill. I ain’t got time for that.

This morning I went to Black Sheep to get my hair cut. Oddly, they had me booked in for next week, but in the email they sent me, they said today (well, they said “tomorrow”, and it was sent yesterday). Luckily for me, Michaela had space this morning and could do me anyway! We talked a bit about my colour but at the moment I’m still getting plenty of compliments on it, and I don’t have anything in mind that I’d prefer, so for now it stays!

Got home about twelve, and have spent my afternoon unravelling a blanket, then repurposing that wool into a bunny I’m making for Luna, who I will be seeing this weekend. Very much looking forward to hugging all the Winnington-Coes as I haven’t seen them in literally at least a year.

Bah. Want to go to bed.

The 6th of April.

I think yesterday was just a bad day. Less sleepy, don’t think I need to worry about getting ill. Well, as long as I avoid anybody with contagious diseases.

I made the second leg of Luna’s bunny this morning, then I went upstairs to lie down/get changed. My back was really painful – Mommy was doing the shopping when I got up so I had to make my own toast and fucking hell it was agonising. I can’t wait for the 23rd. Pray these steroid injections work.

After lunch, I forced myself to go to the gym because mobility is better for pain than staying still and getting stiff. The gym was very quiet when I arrived, which is nice, and I saw very few youths. I suspect they were all outside because it was sunny and occasionally warm today. That’s fine, I like being able to do what I want.

On the way home, we popped into Aldi because they were selling wool rather cheaply so I got twelve balls that I can use to try the jumper patterns again, but altered.

The 8th of February.

Got to get used to these new frames. I’ve got so much more lens.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, had a bit of trouble getting it up because my iPad wouldn’t connect to the blog so I had to go on the laptop. I rang up Piccadilly to see if my glasses had arrived but they weren’t in yet, so I watched the latest How to Get Away with Murder. Poor Asher! Then I just started to crochet when I got a text saying they were in, so we hopped in the car.

Jenny fitted them up, then we went to pick up the train tickets for Monday, but the whole system was broken. Sigh.

Home, lunch, out to Black Sheep for haircut. It was getting too long and needed trimming before Monday. Michaela hadn’t got Lulu with her this time but I got to see a super tiny two week old baby that another customer had with her so I was very happy. Such small feets!

Tomorrow is speech writing. Gah.

The 9th of February.

Ugh well today has been incredibly boring, I am sorry to say.

Actually, this morning was quite exciting, because there were only 75 tickets left for Still Standing, then I got another email from Music Glue saying it had nearly sold out with only 54 seats to go! If we sell out, I think I will probably cry.

Apart from that, very dull. Shower, shaved legs (in case I end up wearing something that shows some ankle), lots of moisturising. That took about an hour, and caused rather a lot of back pain.

After lunch, I made the sudden discovery that iCloud had essentially put 30,000 photos on my phone and there isn’t space for that. I went upstairs to sort it out, and pretty much lost my afternoon to it. Hours of photo library bollocks. I’ve left it updating to the new iMac software. This is not over.

No writing got done at all.

The 2nd of February.

I am tired and can’t really afford to be because Mommy and I are seeing Katherine Ryan tonight and I need to be awake.

It doesn’t help that I’ve been fairly inactive all day and I think sloth begets sloth. This morning, I wrote a blog post, then repainted my nails. Absolutely riveting stuff.

After lunch, I made Simon’s hat while watching Blindspot (still faintly ridiculous). Then I went upstairs to put on my face prior to going out and listened to a podcast.

I emailed Black Sheep yesterday about a fringe trim, but we never finalised a time so I’m going to have to ring them tomorrow.

Anthony Nolan have published the pared down version of my blog, you can read it here.

The 3rd of February.

Late night: tired girl.

I got up a little later than usual, and had a pretty quiet morning. Mommy had bought some cinnamon porridge so I had that for breakfast for a change, and I rang Black Sheep to see if I could get my hair cut (I decided it all needs chopping) this week, so that’s Thursday.

I then made the nose and arms of Simon and attached them to his body, then made a start on the final Christmas chap, Heinz the stag. I made his legs and half of his body, then it was time for lunch.

This afternoon, I spent rather more time upstairs than I planned to. I listened to a podcast, then I was going to put a couple of ringtones on my phone, and do some more gentle exercise. However, it ended up taking ages because the way I had to do it (using Garageband) didn’t work and I couldn’t understand it. Finally, I found a method that worked and could carry on.

I put on the second episode of Black Lightning (yes it is good, I am happy) and did my very lightweight workout on the floor. I felt it after the last one so I’m conscious not to do too much.

The 17th of January.

Final early morning of the week today. No hospital, I was going to Black Sheep to meet Adam, the new owner (with his fiancée Sophie), and have a major colour change. He trained James, so has the expertise I need. New year, birthday, gig – all good excuses for new hair. We had a bit of a chat and in the end we’ve gone for seven different colours distributed through my hair. We had to bleach out the ginger first, then all the painting of the individual pieces took a while so I was there from 9.30 until 2. Long day in the chair!

I just had time to eat lunch, then we had to take the kittens to the vet for their second jabs. They were not particularly thrilled about it but I have since been forgiven.

Since getting back, I have crocheted the second arm of the bear, and I would like to go to sleep soon. Tired.

The 18th of January.

I got to sleep in until 9 o’clock this morning and it was so nice. I did get woken up by the letterbox flapping about in the night, but I put a podcast on and went back to sleep.

My plan this morning was to make the ears and tail of the bear, then assemble him. I got the first part done with no trouble, but when it came to putting him together, I found the snout was too big for the face. I tried all sorts of things, different wools, but in the end I created a new pattern and finally got him all sewn up.

This afternoon, I went to sit with the kittens, as they go tomorrow. I found to my delight that there was a new episode of Riverdale, still as mad as ever, then I watched a really bizarre film called This is Your Death which I hoped would be some clever Black Mirror-esque satire but no, it was just really fucking sad.

After that, I felt pretty glum, so Mommy and I watched Roast Battle and that cheered me right up.

The 9th of January.

Well it’s been a curious day. I had to get up at quarter past five to ensure I had time to drink a litre of water before 6am, from which I had to be nil by mouth.

We arrived at about quarter to seven, and had to wait outside the Short Stay Wellcome Unit until someone let us and the two nurses without working passes in. Then we sat in the waiting room and watched Good Morning Britain until someone came to take me to my bedspace.

I was in the corner of the room – it used to be the ICU when it was the main hospital, so the bedspaces are massive and it means I am not crammed next to loads of people. I have been here before but we can’t remember what on earth for.

Mr. Titley came to see me, and he ran through once again what was going to happen. Examination under anaesthetic, possibly biopsy, possibly smear, possibly photographs. In the end, none of those things happened, just the exam. I signed the consent form, and off he went. Then I met with the anaesthetist, Dr. Allan, who was very nice, as all anaesthetists are. We talked about why he didn’t want to knock me out – same as Dr. Thompson, in that I’d end up stuck in ICU and if they ever did wake me up, my lungs would be in worse shape than they were going in which we can’t have. He had to talk me through all the risks of epidurals and regional blocks etc, which I was happy to take, then he went away and I finished being admitted by the nurse.

Miss Byrom wasn’t expected to arrive until about ten, so I didn’t get changed until twenty to, and I’d not been ready long when a porter came to get me so my timing was impeccable. I started off in the little anaesthetic room, where the trainee anaesthetist got stuck up against a valve in my wrist, so Dr. Allan had to stick the cannula in halfway up my forearm. I needed it so they could give me a bit of antibiotics and fluid so there was a balance against the spinal injection when he did it. When it came to that time, I had to sit with my legs over the edge of the bed, and hunch over my pillow on my lap. I got sprayed with super cold cleaning spray all over my back, then there was a small amount of local which felt the same as always, and then he did the regional block injection which I didn’t feel at all. All I noticed was a spreading feeling of warmth from my bum downwards, which was sort of nice but also disarming. I could move my legs to get them back on the bed, then I had to wait for them to get heavy before we could do anything more. I didn’t expect the sensation to be so acute – despite my brain knowing that I have the muscle strength to move my legs, I physically could not lift them, not even using my arms. It is absolutely bizarre.

At that point, we could move through to theatre, where my legs were put in the stirrups, and nine strangers got to see my vagina. That was interesting, because I could see them being flopped about into different positions, but I had no feeling at all; it was like they were broken, like they belonged to someone else. Then my vagina got sprayed with the cold spray to test if I could feel anything, which I could not, so they were able to begin. As far as I could tell, Miss Byrom tore through the adhesions again, then there was just a lot of shoving – I was aware of pressure, but no pain. It is entirely scarred, so no biopsy would tell us anything, and Mr. Titley cannot do any surgery to help. It took them about 20 minutes of shoving and looking to decide this, then some packing and a catheter were put in, and they started discussing what might be done next. It sounds like I’m going to end up with some kind of custom made silicone dilator but we will have to see. Emails must be sent.

Once covered up, I was taken to recovery, where I got a hot blanket which was so beautifully toasty, and we waited for my theatre notes so I could come back to the ward. And here I have sat since twelve, waiting for the anaesthetic to wear off and the catheter to come out. I have had coffee and a panini, and can move my legs independently again, which is nice. It still feels like I am sitting on a cushion of jelly, five hours later, but the catheter is out and I’m hoping to be able to pee in the next half an hour so I can then go home.

For all the NHS crisis talk, you wouldn’t know it here. I have been taken care of wonderfully, they are showing no signs of stress and I haven’t got angry at anyone.

The 10th of January.

I was woken up by Mommy telling me she had to go to Grandma’s because she was being taken into hospital. The cough she seemed to be incubating has definitely matured into a nasty chest infection and as the day has gone on, she has had tests and been admitted to have IV steroids and antibiotics while being on 5 litres of oxygen. That’s more than I was using even when my lung collapsed so she is really quite unwell. Apparently the doctor was not exactly optimistic.

My day has been a pretty quiet one, as one would expect the day after surgery. I was supposed to be going to a clinic at St. Giles but I cancelled that – I’m not sure how productive it would have been, and we’ve agreed I’ll reschedule once I’ve had my fancy MRI.

I had a couple of other phone calls; one with Adam from Black Sheep about my hair colour, one with the eye department at the QE to sort out an appointment, one with Lucy from Anthony Nolan to discuss press for Still Standing, and one with a lady who is going to come and view the kittens on Friday.

Speaking of them, I watched some more of Big Little Lies with them asleep in my arms. I’m almost reluctant to allow their adoption!