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The 28th of September. 

Nobody has more phlegm than me. My throat seems okay now, not really needing the Strepsils. I just cough a lot, and it is my signature cough that I have to do continously until the junk moves. Sometimes it takes a while, and I get a bit lightheaded. The ribs are coping today, I am just really tired. Praying it calms down by Sunday. 

This morning, I woke up early, and did a blog post, and coughed. Just coughed, up until about half eleven, when I finally seemed to get some rest, so then I got Simon’s hat out and started work on that again. 

After lunch, a couple came to view the kittens. I don’t think we’d been in the room even five minutes when Amanda said she was smitten. Not surprising – Harvey just wants to be pals with everyone immediately and Hugo is gorgeous, if less forthcoming. He became a bit more interested once we started playing and they were able to see what he’s like when he’s relaxed. 

They stayed about an hour, and left definitely wanting them. They can’t pick them up until next weekend but that’s fine because it means I get another week of petting. 

The rest of my afternoon was spent finishing Simon. I’ve still got Heinz the Stag to do, but I must do Chloe’s seal first. 

The 29th of September. 

I have a headache, I suspect from lack of oxygen during all the coughing – I checked my sats while I was having a fit and they went down to 92, and my heart rate went up to 140. It’s not great. 

I had a more reasonable sleep – my alarm actually woke me up today which is the first time in a while. We’ll see if that happens again or if it was a fluke. 

This morning, once I’d got through all the morning phlegm, I started crocheting Chloe’s seal. So far, he has a face. It’s going well. 

After lunch, Mommy and I went into town for toy stuffing, returning of Zara jumpers, and to purchase some baked goods from this place called Medicine Bakery which is only open on Fridays and Saturdays. Sadie went when she was home the other week and she approved. I bought a Nutella and s’mores kruffin, plus a cinnamon bun and a blondie. 

OH GOD SO PHLEGMY. 

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The 18th of September. 

Very busy morning. An apt start, considering the rest of my week. Start as one means to go on. 

Shaki was concerned about Henrietta after I’d told her about our lack of progress with her, so we took her to the vet. The only time they could offer was 11am, so I finished up my coffee, then we had the fun job of trying to get Henrietta into the carrier. Basically we chucked a lot of Dreamies in there and shut the door. She did not like it. 

At the vet, she came out and slunk around the floor, hiding under the table, behind the bin, behind a pile of boxes, hissing at Daniel. He eventually cornered her with a towel (like a matador), and gave her an injection of long-lasting antibiotics. She wasn’t going to allow anything else. She even did a couple of protest poos in the corner. She’s been in the dog cage since we got back, because Shaki wants to come and see her this evening. Hopefully the antibiotics will make her feel better, and she won’t be so angry all the time. 

This afternoon, I’ve been doing Cats Protection admin and watching Bones, while looking at my new crochet book that arrived today. It’s full of mix and match dolls so I can make people! Already got one commission. Better get some flesh-toned wool. 

The 19th of September. 

This morning was lymphoedema clinic. Mommy and I set off to Lichfield for ten, and when we arrived at St. Giles, there was a little bit of waiting around before I was called through. I met a nurse called Jemma, and I had to explain my history to her, paying particular attention to my past episodes of swelling and the timeline. We had a very long conversation, and because of the SVC narrowing, their protocol doesn’t allow them to fit me for another compression garment. She did measure me, in case they can give me one in the future, and it was interesting to learn that the right arm is 37% bigger than the left. So no treatment today – it really is all up to Andrew for now. 

We got home around lunchtime, so we ate, then Mommy went back or to Grandma’s. I went upstairs to sort out stuff to take to London tomorrow while I listened to the new episode of The Bugle. I think I have everything sorted. Just have to chuck it all in a bag tomorrow morning. 

Tonight I am out at The Glee seeing The Horne Section. My first of two consecutive nights out in a row. Getting ready to be exhausted.  

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The 16th of September. 

I have to keep reminding myself that today is not Saturday for some reason. It just hasn’t felt Saturday-like to me. 

It should have been obvious to me from the start, because I spent the morning in front of Saturday Kitchen. For a lot of it, I was consulting with Emma on her suspected skin GvHD, then writing up a blog post. Couldn’t remember if I had to do that or not until I checked. Brain wasn’t at home today. 

Then again, it kicked in as we watched Only Connect over lunch, because we got several points outside of our normal remit (missing vowels). Then this afternoon, I did a bit of podcast listening, made a couple of visits to the kittens, and finished off the scarf I started yesterday while catching up on Celebrity Masterchef. Finally, I am free of Lesley Garrett. Quite glad to be rid of the Reverend Kate too, because she was becoming rather infuriating. 

Last night, Hugo remained sat on my lap without being constantly fed treats. This is a major win. Henrietta, however, made me bleed again. 

The 17th of September. 

Right, today is Sunday. Definitely. Woke up mid-Sunday Brunch because it started early, and had just got downstairs when Mommy and Daddy were came back from taking Grandma to church. I had my breakfast, then went back upstairs to make myself presentable for going out, as we were going to Birmingham Independent Festival at Aston Hall. 

They waited for Grandma to call once she was done with coffee, then I was to be ready to go out upon their return. I petted the kittens (got some actual audible purrs from Hugo, yes!), put my boots on and off we went. 

We’d almost arrived, when Mommy realised she’d forgotten the tickets. Thankfully, she was able to forward me the email and we could just show the attachment to get in. Phew!

It was pretty much all outside, and the weather was nice, so we looked around at all the different food stalls, trying to decide what to eat. I played it safe and went for a margherita pizza which was a good choice because it had a really soft, doughy crust, just how I like. I found a place to sit and eat while I waited for my parents to join me, but first I was checked out by a wasp. It decided to fly really close to my face and land on my glasses, then come round and land on my ear, right on the tragus and I started to get genuinely worried that it might sting my face or crawl in my ear. My tactic is usually to stay really still, because if one flails about while in a wheelchair then people think you are having some kind of episode. It eventually flew off, and I was texting Christine about it when it came back and landed on my finger. Fuck’s sake. Thankfully, Daddy came along then and it went away for good. 

We ate our lunches, got some coffee from Faculty, then I got a beaver tail from Cake Doctor, which is dough, deep-fried and rolled in cinnamon sugar. So good. There were then craft stalls inside to look at, but they ended up not being really anything we wanted. In fact, there was more food, so I bought a chocolate custard doughnut for later. I am full of sugar. 

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The 19th & 20th; So small.

August 21, 2017 — 1 Comment

The 19th of August. 

I can’t see this being a long entry. I woke up from a particularly horrific dream in which I was having some kind of scan, which I could see on a screen, and inside my belly was a catacombs made of my own teeth. It was very disturbing. 

This morning, I did a blog post while watching Saturday Kitchen. Then, the rest of my day was spent watching the other seven episodes of The Defenders, while I crocheted. Doing another doily. Mindless busy work. There was a brief, surreal interlude, in which a brass band marched down my street, playing a jazzy tune. I know it definitely happened because I filmed them as they walked away. 

The Defenders is very easy to binge watch. Sigourney Weaver goes full-on Theresa May in episode 6. Jessica Jones is still my favourite – I’m glad she’s getting a second season. 

Now, waiting on a kitten delivery. New floofs please.

The 20th of August. 

Oh lord the kittens are so small and cute. Harvey and Hugo are the babies, and Henrietta is the mum. She is very hissy and sighs with an alarming regularity, like she is utterly fed up. Must make her happier. Hugo is a scaredy cat, likes to cuddle up to his mum. I have petted him once. Harvey is my favourite because he is the smallest and he loves being stroked and played with. We have had a great time today. 

This morning was the usual, Sunday Brunch, watching Katherine school Tim and Simon on their casually sexist line of questioning. Plus popping in to see the kitties every so often. My cat whispering skills are going to be required with the two reticent ones. 

After lunch, I split my time between cat petting and crocheting. I have to be careful, going in to sit with them, because I lose time – I can just sit and stare at them for ages. So small. I wish they could stay this tiny forever. 

The 17th of August. 

I needed to smell the sea. 

It’s now a tradition that we go on a coastal holiday each year, but this year it didn’t really happen. Our time in Shaldon wasn’t blessed with great weather or health on my part so there were no seaside excursions. I feel like it does me good to be near the ocean, to smell the salt in the air and feel the sun, so while Daddy has been off this week, I proposed we have a trip to a beach. Today was our only available day, so off we went to Weston-super-Mare. 

We arrived about half twelve and joined the queue of people searching for a car park. Thankfully the parking fairy was with us, and we found a space on the street where we could park for free with the blue badges. Mommy had done some research into good fish and chip places, and had seen one called Winston’s which appeared to be pretty reputable. It was an excellent choice; the batter on the fish was really crispy and the chips weren’t too greasy, so if you ever do a trip, I recommend it. 

We them walked/drove all the way to the top of the beach, enjoying all the fun dogs that people had brought with them – always a bonus of the seaside. Once there was no more beach, we turned around and went back to the car, stopping for ice cream on the way. That was all I needed. 

We drove home via the Gloucester services, stopping for coffee and a small amount of shopping. Lots of traffic. My back hurts. Worth it though.

The 18th of August. 

Oof I am tired. Two busy days, now I need a proper lie-in. It would be good if I could fall asleep before one am. Bah. 

This morning, I wrote up the blog post of my anniversary day, and wrote about yesterday. Then I went to get that PetPlan forms from the cat room so I could fill in the paperwork for Betty’s adoption this afternoon. 

We had lunch while catching up on Wednesday’s Celebrity Masterchef, and shortly after it finished, Michael, Betty’s new owner, arrived. 

We ticked the various boxes and signed in appropriate places, then went to get Betty into the carrier. She was not keen, so we had to chuck a lot of Dreamies in so she could have the door shut behind her. Get some more tomorrow!

This afternoon, I watched the first episode of The Defenders, then some Buffy while using up wool crocheting a mandala from my new book. I keep getting pain in my fat arm, like my vessels are being squeezed. I see Andrew on the 31st. We’ll chat about it all then. 

The 1st of August. 

I am very tired because I woke up at ten past six for no reason, and couldn’t go back to sleep. I’ve had three coffees, but the caffeine has worn off and now I am weary again. 

I didn’t get up upon waking; I stayed in bed, listening to the radio for a while. When I did get out of bed, I did a blog post, and I phoned around for an appointment with somebody about my arm. I’m going to see a surgeon who does various procedures for lymphoedema, and she’s obviously very busy because the earliest I could see her is mid-September! Still, it’s before the clinic, and I need this fixing. 

I was at Black Sheep at 11.45 to get my hair cut. I saw June, as Michaela’s off until October, and now my back and sides are super short, with the top long. The last time the clippers were used so much on my hair was when we shaved it pre-chemo on my kitchen floor. Ah, memories!

After lunch, I went into town with Mommy who was giving blood. While she did that, I went shopping – I bought a skirt from Oasis, some wool from John Lewis, and I had a brow consultation at Benefit. I really had no idea what to do or use, and now I do! Then I got a text from Mommy who was finished, and we came home to find the towels that had been drying were wet again. British summer. 

The 2nd of August. 

I was woken up today by Daddy phoning me to find out where Mommy was. I didn’t know, because I had been asleep (she was here, just not near her phone), but I was glad he’d woken me because I’d been having a horrible dream in which Christine had got drunk and had sex in my bed, then she’d drawn all over my bedroom walls and I was trying to erase it, but everyone thought I was overreacting and her behaviour was fine which was really frustrating! Stupid brain. 

My day has been spent crocheting and assembling the panda. I finished off the body this morning, then we had lunch and watched last night’s Criminal Minds: Beyond Borders. Then this afternoon, I made the arms, ears, tail and scarf, then I put him all together! He is very cute but might look a bit terrifying to a new baby. I hope not. 

I have been needing lots of Rennies recently because my tummy is full of wind and I suddenly realised it might be to do with pregablin. Looked at the side effects and yep. Also it’s why I’m so much hungrier. Still not helping the pain. 

Had a lady come and see Bree with her daughter and grandson. They fell in love, and the little boy started crying when he realised they couldn’t take her home today! Bless.

The 30th of July. 

Not quite one’s average Sunday. The morning was fairly standard – Sunday Brunch, blog post. This week’s comedian pal appearing on the show was Joel, who ate some chips in order to make Nish lose a wager. 

After taking Grandma home from church, Mommy and I went into Sutton to get Pandora charms for today and August. I also got a chocolate dreamcake Krispy Kreme because it’s a day to celebrate. In the end, I went for the anchor charm at Pandora, because they describe it as the “symbol of hope” and hope was all we had at that point. My chances were 20% of 20%, which works out at 4%, and yet somehow, nine years since my second stem cell transplant, I am still here. 

When we got back, we had lunch, and I spoke to a girl who is interested in adopting Betty. She actually happened to be very near my house when we talked, so she came round straight away. Betty was her usual charming self, coming straight up and purring away like a champion. It seemed to go well; she’s gone away to think about it and fingers crossed she wants her. 

The 31st of July. 

My brain was very busy in the night, dreaming about all sorts of things. 

This morning, I worked on the panda head while communicating with Philippa to find out if James had sent my referral to the lymphoedema clinic. She said it had definitely gone, so then I rang the clinic who confirmed that they’d received it, but I won’t get an appointment until October! SIGH. I’m going to have to find someone else to see because I can’t do nothing for another two months. 

After lunch, I went up to the QE to see Dean. He was starting his chemo today so it was a good day to go before he starts feeling too ghastly. Although he wasn’t feeling wonderful today, bless him. Issues with chemo timing hadn’t helped, and pharmacy were being dreadful – his chemo was meant to be at one, but it still hadn’t appeared on the ward when I left at twenty to five. He is taking his mum to see Miss Saigon tonight and I really hope they got there because he’s been looking forward to this for ages. It was nice to meet his mum and younger brother; I have heard much about them so it was nice to have faces to put to names. 

Tonight I’m off to Denise’s for a Cats Protection meeting to try to work out what we’re going to do about homing.