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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.

 

The 6th of July. 

I must have done something terrible in a past life. I am currently on my third attempt at backing up my phone after I dropped it on the bathroom floor and the screen cracked in innumerable places. It has landed there many times and finally my luck has run out. Smashed. 

Day started off okay. Hospital this morning for bloods before venoplasty. There was literally nobody in the waiting room which was very disturbing, like a horror film. Thankfully nobody had been murdered, it was just quiet. Trish gave me a stab in the elbow, then I asked about having the PICC dressing changed and the nurse who was around wasn’t signed off on that. She had to get Nicola to come and supervise, then they couldn’t find the butterfly dressing, then they found the last one in the treatment room. Thankfully we did get it done without the line coming out or being shoved too far in. Phew. 

To town! Mommy was having an eye test, and I needed to go to John Lewis because the jacket I bought last week is now on sale for £37 less than I paid, and as they are never knowingly undersold, I was after some money back. The lady on the till was fine with this, she just had to corroborate my story and was happy to put the cash back on my card. Hooray! Then I went to Piccadilly and waited for Mommy to finish her eye test. Had a chat with Jenny about frames but all the ones I looked at were wrong for me. Can’t change mine anyway, they are iconic. Mommy appeared, and Jenny got busy frame-finding. She’s so good, she knows exactly what they have and what will suit you. We settled on some soft rainbow Volte-Face ones, now the horrible wait for new specs! At least it is not me, I get so antsy. 

Got home, ate lunch, phone smashed. Since then, been at the iMac trying to back up the phone. This is my last go, then I’m going to throw myself off the roof if it doesn’t work. 

The 7th of July. 

My back is not going to thank me. I was up until past midnight trying to back up my phone to no avail, and the computer chair is not comfortable. I then spent most of my afternoon either in the wheelchair or the car, so all of that combined is probably going to mean pain tomorrow. 

When I got up, the last backup hadn’t worked, so I tried just syncing it, and I went downstairs to have breakfast and stuff, before going back to see what I could try next. However, when I returned, it had done a successful backup! I don’t really understand how, but frankly, I don’t care. 

I had my appointment at the Stormfront shop at 2.20, but when I got there, the chap said they couldn’t fix it in store; they’d have to send it off for 7-10 days. Um, no. My only option was to see if any slots had become available at other stores. Birmingham was a bust – next Friday. But Solihull had one at 3.40, so I took it and we got back in the car. 

Over at the Touchwood Centre, I checked in with one of the iPad people, then was waiting for my turn when I saw a face I recognised – it was Stuart Yeadon, who I have not seen for about ten years. I had no idea he was back in town, so when it was my turn, he came to take my phone and we had a wee catch-up. He said they could just get it done by the end of the day, so we had to go bimble until 5.45. This meant I spent money. I bought two crochet books and some pants and socks from John Lewis, a Krispy Kreme, and a jumper that was half price from French Connection. We also had a chat with Christine after her dentist appointment, and eventually it was time for us to go back. All had been fine, only the screen had been replaced, so none of the backup stress was necessary! Still, I am just happy to have it back. 

The 19th of April.

So the shaved kitty is not so shaved. Only a few bits had to be done, so we actually have a rather large, incredibly floofy cat who needs a lot of grooming but he is super friendly and seems to enjoy being brushed so I’m confident that won’t be a problem. Plus he’s got zero health problems which is a bonus so hopefully we can find someone who wants an older cat!

A much less news-heavy day. This morning I had a chiro appointment, so I got my back stretched out and a few bits crunched here and there. I was much better than last time, presumably because I haven’t been having to use quite so much oxygen, so my muscles are behaving a bit more normally.

When we got back, Christine and I watched the new episodes of iZombie and Pretty Little Liars, still batshit as ever. Will we get all the answers in the next ten weeks? We can but hope. By the time it finishes, the election will be over!

Christine had to leave to get her train home, but when she got to New Street, she discovered there were no trains to Euston! She was okay though, she was allowed to get a different train to Reading, then get another one home from there.

Shaki arrived just after six with Sam the floof. He is gorgeous and I can’t bear the thought of him sleeping under a pile of leaves. People are awful.

The 20th of April.

I am covered in floof. He is lovely but I need industrial-strength sticky tape to de-fluff.

This morning I was at the QE for pre-venoplasty bloods. That was easily done – I went to haematology clinic and they bled me very quickly, then we went across the link bridge to the “new” hospital. I’d taken in the bear I made for Jenny’s baby, but she wasn’t in. Cody was though, so we went to check if she’d be there on Monday (she will), and we saw the doctors on their round. They seemed happy to see me being well, and Ben complimented me on my boots. He obviously has good taste. Then we went to ambulatory care to check what time I need to turn up on Monday. However, they couldn’t find me on their list. This was a little alarming, so I rang Tracy. We don’t know why I’m not on their list, but I definitely have a bed, I just need to arrive at twelve and it should be fine.

Dean was coming up to go to Heartlands for a pre-op, and I’d said we’d give him and Adam a lift there. We weren’t far away and it was nice to see him with neither of us feeling ghastly.

We dropped them off, then came home for lunch. Mommy then went to Grandma’s, and I watched The Magicians before going to see Sam, and I gave him a very good groom while we watched the first two episodes of Riverdale. Oh how I miss the days when my only worries were boys and girls and homework.

The 21st of August.

Argh I hate blood tests at unsociable times. I had to get up at seven to leave at half past eight for a test to check if I have hyperkalemia (high potassium). It’s because I started this new blood pressure drug which can elevate potassium, and as mine tends to run on the high side, Dr. Hewins wanted to check that it wasn’t being tipped over the edge. Hopefully it’s fine (I haven’t heard to the contrary) because it’s working. 

I was supposed to meet Vicky in town for lunch but she had to postpone last minute, but we went there anyway to collect train tickets for a trip to London in early September, when I’m going to meet Margot Martini’s parents. 

For the rest of the day, I’ve been rather lazy, watching things on the TiVo box, but in the past couple of hours I’ve been attempting to crochet a hat. We’ll see how it goes. 

The 22nd of August. 

It’s always a good day when babies are involved. This morning I only had time to read about half the paper before it was time to go to Elle’s. Mommy was going to take me but then Daddy offered so she she could watch athletics. After car-swapping and grabbing blue badges, we did eventually set off. 

When I arrived, Luna was just sitting on the floor, being ever so good, then she crawled to me! Last time, she refused to crawl. She even sort of stands now! We had some fun floor time while Elle packed up all of the things, then we went off in the car to get lunch because there was no food. We went to a little café near her house where I had a mozzarella and basil panini with secret tomato in which I had to remove. We just talked and swatted wasps away from Luna until a man sprayed them all (thankfully, not near us). While Elle paid, Luna and I played with my bottle of water (great toy) and at one point she just rested her head on my chest and we had a little hug. It was so lovely. 

When we got back, there was more floor play, and Luna tried to climb me a lot. Leggings are good for that. So she stood on my lap a lot and chewed on my necklace, and did her version of a cuddle which is just to kind of smash you with her body and face. She’d worn herself out a bit as she’d been awake since half five, and she was sitting on my lap while I scratched her belly, and she just dropped off! Just a little snooze, about half an hour, then it was teatime! Mommy came to get me just after, and I got more smashy hugs. I didn’t want to leave, I could squish her all day long.

Once we’d had our dinner, Becky and James came over post-honeymoon to tell us about it and catch up on what had happened while they were gone. Can’t believe it’s already a week since they got married. 

The 29th of April.

It’s been a rather dull day of waiting. I had a fairly crappy night after waking up just after one having had some terrifying dreams about Hannibal (Mads Mikkelsen, not Anthony Hopkins). I did go back to sleep, but only after several podcasts. I was awake again at eight, then at half past nine, I had a phone call from Igor who’d looked at my blood results from yesterday km, and my haemoglobin was fine, but he was concerned about my white count being over 13 and my platelets being 740, which is very high. Mine are usually in the 400-500 range. High platelets can be a reaction to something, so he wanted me back for more bloods to check my CRP amongst other things, and if that was high then I might need a couple of days of IV antibiotics.

Our car was in the garage being fixed, but when Mommy explained to the man that we needed to go to the QE, he gave us a courtesy car because the QE saved his life. We got there around 12, I had all the bloods taken, plus a urine sample, and Igor sent a minion to have a look at me. We came home, and have just waited for phone calls – one for the car, one for my bloods. Mine came first, just after half four – my CRP is 47 so that’s fine, then the car was ready not long later!

I also had a phone call from That’s Life! to read back the story which comes out on the 14th of May. I had to make a few amendments but overall it’s good; I hope it does what I intend.

The 30th of April.

Better sleep, no terrifying Hannibal dreams. Mommy and Daddy both had bad dreams that night too so we are blaming the leftover lamb we are for dinner. I watched This Morning, then after lunch, Mommy took me to the gym. I have determined that the sweaty boy is the origin of the bad smell I have smelled, which is not super surprising. I leg pressed 20kg! This is the most I have done and I am very pleased. Nothing else particularly interesting happened, except for an old man (will, late sixties) doing a headstand on the mat next to me which I found slightly concerning, but thankfully he came down in a controlled manner, rather than crashing down like I feared.

I had a brainwave while there that the gym is a prime picking ground for blood and stem cell donors. All these fit people! I noticed a guy (who greatly resembles Tom Daley) lifting a barbell which made his veins hugely prominent and I thought he would make a really excellent donor. I think I will talk to Neil, the manager, about this.

The 27th of April.

Ughhh I am so sleepy. We think my haemoglobin might be low, so going to 621 tomorrow to have it checked.

I was awake at nine, and before Mommy went to see Grandma, we packed up some sandals to go back to Asos and the pig off to Buckinghamshire. I spent my morning writing a blog post and I found the iMac needed an update so it’s been doing that all day.

I was back at the chiro this afternoon for more lower-back/bum massaging. I’m back next Tuesday for more. The spasm has been a right bastard but I will be back at the gym tomorrow afternoon, working the muscle and stretching it out.

Once we got back, we watched two episodes of Criminal Minds. I am just so tired, I would like a massive sleep tonight.

The 28th of April.

Busy! Well, busy for me. I got up at half past nine, despite my possibly anaemic body not wanting me to. After breakfast and coffee, we toddled off to the QE to have my bloods checked to see if I do need blood before we go away next week. They couldn’t tell me straight away like normal as their analyser had broken, so I’ll check myhealth later.

After we’d had lunch and Mommy had taken Grandma to fellowship, she took me to the gym and I’ve spent all afternoon there. A good three hours of hard work, and very few youths today! The sweaty one was there, and either he or his friend smelled really bad which was upsetting.

When checking my email, I discovered that Fortnum & Mason have brought out a marmalade hamper, so I tweeted that if anyone wanted to buy me a random present, this existed, and bless them, someone is! My followers are great.

The 17th of April.

Awake at half past five. Why? Stupid brain. I tossed and turned for a llittle bit, started listening to the Today programme, then got bored and watched an episode of Dexter. Mommy day my light was on so she came in to say hello, and I asked her to bring up my Tramadol so I could take it and give it a chance to start working before I started moving around.

I spent my morning frantically finishing Michaela’s black sheep, working right up until quarter to one when Daddy and I had to go to hospital for more bloods. Clinic was totally empty as it hadn’t started yet which was lovely, and Igor appeared promptly. All my cultures came back negative, but my CRP (infection marker) was 200 (it should be less than 5) so he wanted to make sure it was going in the right direction. We looked at my x-ray which showed no fractures, but the spaces between my vertebrae are smaller than they ought to be. If the pain doesn’t go away then I’ll need an MRI. Got some antihistamines from pharmacy as Tramadol makes me itchy, then Daddy took me to Black Sheep!

I got to see baby Blossom (so small!), and it was so nice to see Michaela back! I told her and James that I wanted short and vibrant, so now I’m a pink and blue pixie and I love it.

The 18th of April.

Three episodes of Dexter this morning. Plus several podcasts before I actually fell asleep. I’m so mad at my body because I’m not even on steroids – I ought to be able to sleep! I had my Tramadol upstairs already so I had it about forty minutes before I actually got up. After breakfast, I went through the weekend Guardian which took up until lunchtime.

This afternoon, I have finished Anna’s elephant and taken a frankly absurd amount of selfies because I am obsessed with my new hair. I feel pretty great about the way I look right now. Super fly. Yesterday, Michaela couldn’t get over the change in my face, which Ram also noticed, and I’m just like “Yes! This is what I’m supposed to look like! Do you now understand why I get upset about looking different “?

My right foot is swelling again a little so I’m taking furosemide but it’s still quite uncomfortable inside my slipper, so I might have to lie on my back with my legs in the air for a while. I’d also really like to go back to the gym but the pain hasn’t improved enough yet. And I have ulcers in my mouth that are not cooperating with the treatment I am doing, so tongue injections are a possibility this week.