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The 10th of July.

Oooh I am very itchy. Apparently it is one of the many weird sensations one can get after liposuction so I took an antihistamine to try to counter it but it wasn’t really helpful.

I was able to take the sleeve off for a couple of hours this morning, which was very nice. The elbow and wrist have been squeezed particularly hard. Plus my hand is holding a lot of the fluid still; I still ask Fiona about that on Friday if it’s still there.

I spent my afternoon watching the tennis, crocheting and periodically visiting Dolly to see if she could be persuaded to eat anything, because she hasn’t since yesterday evening. I would go in, she’d ignore the food, but then she’d cry when I left. She has just eaten a small amount of fish, but then wandered off to look out of the window and howl. I do not understand this bloody cat.

The 11th of July.

The itchiness has calmed down today, thankfully. Instead, the issue of the day has been hand swelling – the garment forces some of the fluid into my hand, and it felt enormous this morning. I tried putting the compression glove on, but that just seemed to cut off the circulation to my fingers. Not ideal. Eventually I took the sleeve off for an hour this afternoon, just to give it a rest. My fingers are not shiny like they were earlier so it’s helped a bit.

My day has been remarkably uninteresting. I actually spent pretty much my whole afternoon lying on my bed with my feet up against the wall, trying to get some of the fluid that appears to have pooled in my feet to drain. I think I may have even fallen asleep. But after a few hours, it was too much pressure on my back so I came back downstairs. Sat with Dolly for a little bit because she is back to her habit of crying all the time. She does it whether we’re there or not, but I feel bad if I ignore her. Stupid weird kitty.

The 8th of July.

So, so tired.

I didn’t fall asleep until about 3 this morning because my arm hurt and I couldn’t get in a comfortable position and the sheets were a mess. Then I was woken up at 7 for my breakfast of toast, marmalade and coffee. I asked the nurses for my Tramadol, because the codeine did fuck all, and found that helped enough for me to be able to bend my arm, brush my teeth and sort out my bed a bit.

Anne had said I could go without seeing her, but I wanted to see what she thought of my arm today and find out what we were to do regarding dressings. She appeared at quarter to twelve, with Mommy and the nurse, which was excellent timing. She took off the bandages, peeled the sleeve down, then removed all the Mepores, trying not to tear my skin. It looks pretty amazing! It looks best immediately post-surgery, then the swelling will go up, but both arms looked nearly identical! And all the compression has alleviated some of the bruising. The nurse gave all the wounds that needed it a clean, then applied new dressings before putting a new sleeve on. So everything is good! I see Fiona the nurse next week, Julie in six weeks, and Anne in September. Then we just had to wait for pharmacy to send up my TTOs and it doesn’t seem to matter if it’s an NHS or a private hospital, they still move at a glacial pace.

I almost match. I’m so happy.

The 9th of July.

Sleep was good. I lay on top of the sheet with my arm on a pillow and managed to stay there until a reasonable time. The arm was less painful, so I think that helped.

I have done very little today. This morning, we watched Christine mace-bear at a graduation ceremony over live stream, then we caught up on the Taskmaster finale that we missed while we were away.

Sarah came back with Dolly, who despite having a lovely time at the cattery, scratched Sarah and wet herself when it came to having to get in the carrier. Poor thing. She has gone straight under the chair.

We had lunch, then I sat with Dolly all afternoon, crocheting and watching Zootropolis. She has not emerged, just like Boris. Suddenly my trip to the Houses of Parliament on the 18th has become even more interesting. 

The 28th of June.

This is not going to be an interesting entry, I will warn you now.

I woke up at quarter to six for reasons beyond me and couldn’t fight my way back to sleep. I ended up getting up about half seven. Ugh.

I’ve had a fat lot of nothing to do today, really. I made some mini hexagons so I could practise joining them and work out the best way, and the same with bordering. I have a plan now, although putting it into action might be a challenge.

After lunch, I gave The Spire a call because they sent me an appointment for the group and save on the 5th, but we won’t be here then, so I got it rebooked for the 6th at 1.30. We’ll be leaving the house very early on Friday morning. Then I spoke to the pharmacy and they don’t know anything about my antibiotics so I’ve chased that up too.

Then, Sarah came to pick up Dolly. She remembered the carrier and did not want to get in it. Sarah tried to scruff her at one point and got serious scratches for it. Eventually, she kind of trapped her, and back to the cattery they went.

Since then, I’ve had a video of her purring and being stroked so she’s obviously got over it pretty quickly.

The 29th of June.

Driving. Honestly, there is nothing else to say. This morning we packed all the stuff, then Mommy and Daddy went to get the car. They packed the car, then we drove for hours until we got to Aldeburgh. My back fucking kills.

The 24th of June.

I am a crocheting machine. Only of set of hexagons left to do!

And that’s taking into account the fact that I didn’t get started until this afternoon. This morning, I wrote up half a blog post, but I knew Amanda was coming to pick up some Cats Protection money between eleven and half past. I thought I’d better be dressed when she arrived, so I made sure of that before she got here. I still got the post up before she came anyway. We had a bit of a chat, but we no longer have any kittens so she didn’t stay too long.

After lunch, I did something very unlike me and actually watched the football? I know. Although I missed the end because I was making a coffee, but by that point it was 6-0 so I didn’t think I’d miss much. The tennis was very slow, so I spent the rest of the afternoon watching How to Train Your Dragon on Film 4 while I worked. I finished my last hexagon, then went to see if I could get Dolly to purr again. And I did! With less Dreamies, and for longer, too. But then back to jumpy. She’s a funny little thing. I’m hoping next time I can get the brush on her. Tidy up her floof.

The 25th of June.

Finished all the hexagons! Except not quite. I have basically sat and crocheted all day, and having got to the end, I laid them out on the floor to gauge the size. From this, I have decided that it requires another two more columns. That’ll take me a couple more days, then I have the joyous task of assembling it. Never done that before so it’ll be interesting.

I have got very little else to report. I was able to sort out the rearranging of my appointment with Mr. Kolli, once I’d got through to the right person. And I made a bit more progress with Dolly – I went into the back room and said hello, but didn’t actually show her my face (she was under the chair), just to see if she would come out for my voice and not Dreamies. She did! And I was able to approach and stroke her without bribery. I am beginning to feel positive about her homing potential.

The 22nd of June.

I have stroked Dolly! Finally back to where I was a month ago. Christ. Maybe now it’ll speed up a bit? I can but hope.

This morning, I was going to meet Selina, but she wasn’t feeling well, so we rescheduled. Instead, I wrote up a blog post, tried to rearrange one of my upcoming hospital appointments only to find the person engaged, and made my first of the third set of hexagons.

After lunch, Daddy took me to the gym, and I had a fairly reasonable session. No scary breathing, no excessive pain. When I arrived, the manager told me I should always swipe my pass in case I need to prove I was there. I don’t know about him but I don’t often need to provide people with an alibi. And when I left, a little girl was very excited to press the button which would open the gate for me. I’m glad I could bring some joy.

My cannabis oil capsules arrived today. I have to start with one a day and slowly work up, maximum nine. Hoping it doesn’t get that far or this is going to be really bloody expensive. They have an interesting aftertaste – not unpleasant, just a bit curious. I think it might be the coconut oil.

The 23rd of June.

Two important things happened today:

1. I got Dolly to purr, and I mean a proper, prolonged purr.

2. I watched Hannah Gadsby’s show Nanette on Netflix.

I had to do my own breakfast and I can say that the CBD capsules aren’t having any effect yet, but I wasn’t expecting them to immediately. In a few weeks, maybe. Then I spent most of my morning filling in a form for my pre-op assessment which wanted me to list all the drugs I take, all the conditions I have and every admission I’ve ever had. I’ve chosen to tell them what’s important, and if they need to know more we can go through it in person.

After lunch, I went to feed Dolly. She came out of hiding, ate the food, and wandered off, so I left her. But then she started making sad noises so I went back and got out the Dreamies. At first, she was really jumpy, but eventually she calmed down enough to be stroked and scratched round the ear, and she was really purring for the first time. Then, back to jumpy. But it’s a step.

Buoyed by that, I went to watch Nanette. I’d heard it is brilliant, and not just that but important too, and those were accurate sentiments. It is fantastically constructed and balanced, incredibly poignant and smart, using tension in such a masterful way. It will teach you something; make it your business to watch it.

 

The 20th of June.

I stayed up a bit late for me last night to watch the live stream of Death Cab from Scala. I couldn’t go, and they’re not coming here on their tour, so that was my only opportunity. I’m quite glad I wasn’t there, because it was apparently disgustingly hot. I just love to watch Ben Gibbard dance. It makes me a bit sad too, because the thing I miss most about being able-bodied is being to sing and dance at the same time. So much.

Today, I was up early for oxygen clinic, which is usually very straightforward. We didn’t get off to a great start, because someone annoyed Mommy in the car park, so she decided to follow them, then we were about to park in a space when a woman decided she was going to try and swing into it, going against the one way system. We were not having this, so honked the horn at her loads and shouted at her through the window that this was not allowed and she had to reverse. Really don’t know where this burst of rage came from, but it was very funny.

Clinic itself was fine! Apart from the machine not working the first time so the nurse had to stab my ear twice. But my blood gas was better than last year! Not really surprising when at my last appointment I was still recovering from pneumonia/fungal infection but still, it’s pleasing.

This afternoon, I have made hexagons. I have completed the first set of nineteen! And I got Dolly to come out for a treat stick and she stayed out. Progress!

The 21st of June.

Well I had every intention of going to the gym when I got up this morning, but unfortunately we’ve had no cars so that idea was quickly shelved. Mommy’s car was going into the garage to be fixed after she scraped it along the wall, but then Daddy’s had to go in as well for some valve/charcoal problem that arose yesterday. Therefore, no cars, no gym.

This morning, I spoke to the train assistance people because I accidentally booked it twice for the same journey, so I cancelled the one in which they’d put me in coach A because I hate that space. Then I rang the Reservations Team at The Spire, so I’m seeing the lymphoedema nurse of Tuesday to fit me for my post-op sleeve, then having my pre-op assessment on Wednesday. I can’t believe it’s going to happen soon. I know it might seem trivial, but I have lived with an arm that is 37% bigger than the other for a year and a half, just as I’d actually developed a pretty healthy relationship with my body. There’s so much about myself that I can’t change and don’t have a choice about learning to live with, but I can fix this, and I’m going to.

After lunch: hexagons. Attempted to touch Dolly which made her jump and she’s spent that afternoon on top of the china cabinet, way out of reach. Maybe I was being optimistic.

The 18th of June.

I am pleasantly not knackered today. Had a fairly boring morning, typing up two blog posts on the past four days. I couldn’t be arsed to sort out the pictures so that’s a job for tomorrow. I also rang Anne Dancey’s secretary, Gayle, but she wasn’t there so I’ll have to try again tomorrow.

This afternoon, I gymmed. Did a few different things to try to keep myself from getting bored. Binned off the bicep curl machine because I don’t feel like it’s effective, did it with free weights instead and now my arms are a bit trembly so it definitely did something. When I got home, I had a phone call from Lynn, Dolly’s previous fosterer (sort of) to see how she is getting on. I had to give her the bad news that she has gone rather backwards. She is coming out for food and the litter tray, just like when she first arrived. Obviously had something incredibly traumatic happen in her first home and finds it very difficult to trust humans. Poor floof.

The 19th of June.

I hurt today. My bum and arms are protesting after the gym yesterday, and Trine had to do a lot of work on my neck because it had a terrible weekend. Ergo, much pain this afternoon.

Before the chiro, I rang Gayle again to see when we could schedule my liposuction. She said she had to move some people around, and would call me back, so we left it at that. Post-neck-kneading, we went to see if we could find a soft brush for Dolly, and got a few bits from Tesco. We have procured a baby brush from Boots, so we’ll see if she hates that one too.

Wool for my blanket arrived while we were out, so after lunch (and The Bridge), I started crocheting hexagons. I’ve done twelve, got ninety one left. I’m going to have to be somewhat industrious. But I’m excited to see how it comes out!

I rang Gayle back at about half two because she hadn’t got back to me, and the upshot is that provided the nurses can fit my pre-op in in time, I’ll be having it done on the 7th of July! And shortly after that, the pain nurse rang to talk about my injections. I told her that they’d had no effect, and she’s going to get me another appointment with Dr. Blaney, although god knows when that’ll be. Cannabis oil it is!