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The 5th of May.

More trips out today. Busy busy.

When I woke up, I was struggling, because the oxygen cylinder upstairs had run out. However, things have improved since then. It is always worst in the mornings and evenings. After breakfast, I watched the new episode of Riverdale, and (no spoilers) SO. MANY. REVELATIONS. Also I am sick to death of Veronica Lodge always bringing it back to her and her dad. Do not care, shut up.

I had an appointment at the GP at quarter past one to discuss pain relief. The buprenorphine is making absolutely zero difference to my pain, and she seemed quite surprised to hear this. The next step is to try pregablin instead, so I’ll start that tonight. Fingers crossed it doesn’t affect my breathing.

We came home for about an hour, then we were back out to the dental hospital, just for a check up. They were running late, so I got a lot of The Burial Hour read while we waited. I got called by a young dentist called Joseph who looked about twelve, but was very competent. He looked at my mouth to see if there were any signs of GvHD while another dentist scribed, then we just had to wait for their senior colleague to check I was fine. He was with another patient, and while we sat, we got onto the subject of Netflix, and the girl who’d been writing watches Pretty Little Liars and Riverdale too, and they both watched 13 Reasons Why, so we were in no rush for him to arrive.

Dr. Khan finally came, and thinks my mouth looks the best he’s ever seen it, so they don’t want me back for four months.

As soon as we left, I reopened my book as I was at a critical point, and now it is finished. Oh, Jeffery. Clever, clever Jeffery.

The 6th of May.

Do not like this new pain drug, pregablin. So far it is not making my back feel any better, it has just made me really sleepy all day. Not exactly tired, but my eyes just want to close. It’s not ideal. I’m going to continue with it for a few days, see if the sleepiness wears off and the pain gets any better. I’m not optimistic but I have to give it a chance.

My day has been a really rather dull one, for the most part – I have been sitting with the laptop, typing up the blog entries that I have got behind on posting. There were six to do I got three done. They’re still not posted because I need to add photos and I do that on my iPad. It is very boring but it must be done.

I had a couple of breaks in which I went to sit with Sam and we were both sleepy. He is such a good boy that if nobody wants to adopt him, I will beg Daddy to let us keep him. He won’t live that long, won’t cost us a huge amount of money.

This evening I went out with Sadie to see Joel Dommett. She is a bit in love with him and asked if I’d go so I agreed – although I’ve already seen his show, I was interested to see how he would make the show work, going from a 90 seat room to an 1800 seat one. When we arrived, I saw JT, and we had a little catch up, then he had a look at our tickets and asked if we wanted to go in the wheelchair space instead. Considering they were better seats and I didn’t have to move, I was only too keen to say yes.

The show has definitely improved since October, and I think it actually works better in the larger space. I’d completely forgotten about Laser Dick, but by the second chorus I was singing along again. And he’s changed the ending, which I won’t spoil, but it’s definitely more suitable for the bigger venues he’s doing. He’s not coasting on the fame he’s got from I’m A Celebrity; he’s worked really hard and it’s paying off.

The 1st of May.

I feel like crap. I think I might have caught what Mommy had.

I had a better night in my nice, warm, double bed, but I am still exhausted. Need a few more sleeps before I catch up.

My intention for today was to write about the weekend and maybe even blog about it, but the reality has been sitting in the armchair (which feels just divine compared to my wheelchair/the car) and watching tv we recorded. Trying not to cough which is difficult because my throat is all scratchy. I had a honey and lemon but it was not particularly helpful.

Ohhh I don’t want to be ill again. Especially if it’s a common virus because they always make me feel like shit and last so much longer than they should, the bastards. Going to have some Strepsils and an early night.

The 2nd of May.

Trying to work out if I am ill or just tired from the weekend. I really hope it’s the latter. My sats have been up and down, and I have this dry cough that is hard to alleviate. Strepsils have not been much good.

I have been quite pathetic all day, curled up in my most comfortable clothes. Soft jumper and jogging bottoms. Still a big jumper because my arm is still the same size, so we rang Andrew’s secretary this morning. I need to be in his clinic on Thursday. John and Maddie’s wedding is in a month and I don’t fancy looking like a freak. The thing is, I don’t know what else can be done.

This afternoon, I finally got round to finishing writing about Saturday. I have yet to do Sunday. It took a couple of hours, but that was because I was half-watching recorded programmes at the same time. It’s going to be a long post when it comes.

Mommy went to pick up Sam from Lee’s, so I’ve been in to sit with him for a while too, and have been floofed on. He’s settled right back in.

UGH my body is fucked.

The 21st of April.

Got to get this cat on the website. I sat with him all afternoon, watching episodes three to six of Riverdale, and I found lots of scabs in his fur, bless him. He’s had a really hard time on the streets. Poor kitty.

This morning I was super coughy, and I checked my bloods from yesterday, which said that my CRP is 37. Nobody has phoned me to check that I’m alright, so I’m going to stay aware of how I feel, keep an eye on my sats. They’ve been good in the daytime, and I’ve got respiratory clinic next week. We’ll see what Dr. Thompson says.

I attempted to take some photos of Sam for the website, but he is not the most photogenic of cats. I’ll have to really sell the story and emphasise just how lovely he is. He sits on my lap, occasionally runs over to his food, then scampers back for more lap time. Honestly, if he weren’t so fluffy, i would want to keep him. I just keep inhaling his fur!

The 22nd of April.

This is going to be a short one; very little to report. This morning, I was super coughy and phlegmy again. My sats are mostly alright on air, and I feel alright when I’m not doing very much, but as soon as I take a few steps on my own, I’m in trouble. I don’t know. I have a bad feeling, but maybe I’m just being pessimistic. I hope so.

I came downstairs to find activity that meant a trip was afoot. Not for me. My parents. My 92 year old second cousin twice removed (paternal side) was going to be in Alvechurch to see her son, so Mommy and Daddy were going to go over there after lunch to meet her (for the first time ever).

My afternoon was spent in the company of Sam the floof and the cast of Riverdale, via the medium of television. I’ve now watched all ten available episodes and the next one won’t come out until next Friday. Considering we’re meant to find out who the murderer is at the end of episode thirteen, .I certainly still have no idea. Everyone is a suspect.

They eventually returned just after six, then Mommy went to Grandma’s, and now she’s taken some flowers over the road for Chris and Alison’s wedding anniversary. Tomorrow I will make her rest.

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 13th of April.

Three good days is too much to ask. Well, to be fair to my lungs, I was doing okay this morning, I only started to struggle after I attempted a moisturising session. It is a good thing it’s not necessary every day.

As I’m sure you’ve grasped from that, it’s been a wild ride of a day. I spent the morning in my pyjamas, while I wrote up a blog post and argued with Justine Greening through the television. Well, more like she made a speech and I voiced my disagreement with each point she made. It was fine, no one was around to hear me.

After lunch, I had my strenuous moisturise, then I recovered with oxygen and some crochet. Despite me paying more attention, today I read the pattern wrong, so I did a whole round, started the next one and got very confused. Eventually I worked out what I’d done, unravelled it, then put it away. Too much today. Anyway, then we decided to watch a film that was in Danish so I can’t crochet and read subtitles at the same time.

It looks like might have a family for Spike. It’s their first cat and he is an ideal candidate – he is probably the most affectionate cat we’ve had and he’s such a good boy. I don’t want him to go!

The 14th of April.

Back to quite reasonable breathing today. And my eye has been fairly well-behaved as well! Lucky me.

This morning I had the lovely surprise of coming across Matilda on tv. This was rather fortunate as Good Friday television is appalling – instead of Victoria Derbyshire, there was some sort of Tinkerbell pirate film on. Not ideal.

Most of my day has been spent crocheting, and I haven’t had to unravel any today! Not much left to do on this one so hopefully I’ll finish it this weekend, then I can start work on whatever I decide to make for Jenny’s baby.

I had a tiny chat with Christine when she was on her way home from the airport, because Mommy hadn’t answered her phone. However, we had just really got talking when Mommy called her back so she ended our call. Obviously I am not interesting enough.

And Trump is trying to start World War 3 with North Korea. Two baby men battling with their egos. We’re fucked.

Orlando the Manatee.

I made this months ago, but didn’t want to put up a photo until I knew he’d arrived at his destination.

The 11th of April. 

Surprisingly good breathing today. Especially considering the fact that this morning my sats were 87, but now they’re 98 on air. I am very glad about this because I have had an oxygen-induced headache all day. I have managed to be off it since lunchtime, but still the headache persists. 

Rosemary came for one of her lunches with Mommy, so she and I had a lovely conversation about surgery under local anaesthetic and the way nurses have to try to distract you, while Mommy heated up the soup. When it was ready, they ate it in the dining room, while I ate my lunch and watched Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. 

She had to go home to walk the dogs, so then we watched last night’s Criminal Minds, and were sad about Reid being in prison. I so want to read ahead to find out how he gets out (surely he must) but I don’t want to spoil it. 

Mommy went to Grandma’s, and I sat and crocheted while listening to the Pappy’s episode of Comedian’s Comedian Podcast. I also had a look at MyHealth and have discovered I have appointments in May with Mr. Titley, the plastic surgeon Miss Byrom was going to write to about me, and with the eye people. Always finding new things to fix. 

The 12th of April. 

Two good breathing days in a row? What can I have done to deserve this? However, I can only have one thing right at a time – the left eye has been irritated and blurry all day. So I can breathe, but I’m sort of half-blind. 

This morning, I was very slow at getting up, so all I got done after breakfast was sort out my appointment for a physio assessment, which will be surprisingly soon – the beginning of May!

After lunch, Mommy and I went out into Sutton. We needed multiple birthday cards, which were much more difficult to source than you might expect. It took three shops to find a suitable card for each chap. I had to get an Easter card for Grandma, and some hand cream and shower gel from Boots. Super exciting. I was quite grateful that I didn’t need to wear the extra oxygen on, because I did not feel like having to deal with the stares of all the youths who are not in school. 

When we got back, we watched The Oliviers, skipping that speeches we had not interest in, and I did some more crochet. I need to pay a bit more attention to what I’m doing, because I had to unravel a lot today because I found a mistake that I couldn’t ignore. Bah. 

The 5th of April.

Marginally better. My sleep was not as bad, but it still wasn’t good. However, my sats got up to 100% on just 1 litre of oxygen today, so I have been able to do some stuff without having to wear it at all. Spike has been allowed out of the cage to roam freely unsupervised, so I went to see him a couple of times without taking my little cylinder with me. They were not especially active trips – literally walked from living room to back room and sat on the floor. He just comes straight over for petting and purring. That is pretty much all he wants. That, and to be fed. He sheds so much though. My jumper is so fluffy. 

I wrote up a blog post, and spoke to the eye consultant’s secretary about sorting out another appointment, who said she’d talk to the booking coordinator. Hopefully a letter will materialise soon. 

I listened to episode 6 of S-Town, which was upsettingly relatable, particularly the line “You learn to live without.” Because I have. I obviously do not have the sort of love life that most able-bodied people my age do, and I don’t really think about it anymore. The man on the podcast said he’d been celibate for six years and I suppose I was surprised because that didn’t seem like such a long time for me. It’s been four years for me. I have stopped trying to connect with people, people who do not even see me. I have learned to live without. 

The 6th of April. 

I don’t know what is going on with my sleep pattern at the moment – last night was fucking terrible. Just before I woke, I was dreaming my bedroom was full of brightly coloured bugs and I was not a fan. 

Despite the ghastly night, my sats have been reasonable today – at one point this afternoon, they were 97% on air. It is a mystery to me. I’m supposed to see Dr. Thompson later this month, so I’ll ask him. He’ll probably just say something like “They vary all the time, you just don’t notice because you didn’t have a sats monitor before” and I don’t think that’s true but I won’t be able to prove otherwise. 

Another day of not much to report, otherwise. This morning we yelled at the tv a lot because some people seem to think that the law requiring children to attend school every day unless they are ill or there are exceptional circumstances is somehow bad and “being told how to bring up their kids”. It you’ve chosen to educate your child in the school system, then you should make them go. I don’t see how that’s unreasonable. 

I also got to tell off some Jehovah’s Witnesses. They came to the door and tried to give me some sort of leaflet. When I saw the logo, I gave it back to them and said “I’m sorry, I can’t take this because when I had leukaemia ten years ago, you would have let me die.” And I slammed the door in their faces. It was fun.