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The 3rd of January. 

Of course the day we cancel my chiro appointment because I feel like crap, my neck starts acting up. It was fine before today, almost as if it knows. So unhelpful. Still, we spoke to the QE this morning and I can go to clinic tomorrow so finally I might get some things done about my feet, hands and arm, which are the most pressing issues. 

The only other thing I did this morning was a blog post, and I had a nice sit with the kittens – trying to squidge them as much as possible before they go to the adoption centre. 

This afternoon, I had the joyous task of phoning lots of potential adopters. A couple of people have changed their minds or got kittens from elsewhere, so I could tick them off the list, and most of the other forms I had, I forwarded to the one fosterer who has most of the kittens in branch. 

Since then, back to crocheting. I think I’ll have another early night tonight; I’m still super tired, and seeing as I need to be up early for clinic tomorrow, I need all the extra minutes of sleep I can get. 

The 4th of January. 

Neck not so painful today, I knew it was just throwing a strop. Thankfully, clinic this morning was helpful. I saw a specialist reg called Praveen who I’ve not met before, but he was very good. He took what I said seriously, and has some solutions, or at least the beginnings of them. My hands and feet are probably GvHD, so just carry on with the steroid cream, and about the arm and the eyes, he went to talk to Ram. He came in to have a look and said to email their man in opthalmology (pretty sure they knew what it is but I need to see a specialist to be sure – probably an eye GvHD thing) and call Andrew Willis, which he did there and then. He wants a venogram and the request has been put in so hopefully that comes through quickly. 

Popped into town on the way home to get Grandma a birthday card and a present as it’s her birthday on Monday. Meant to get some thank you cards but I forgot because I’m a nitwit. 

This afternoon, I have been watching Nashville and Conviction while crocheting. Got two episodes of each watched, and I’m on the last stripe of the blanket. I haven’t actually tried to get in it yet – I will be mightily pissed off if it’s too small. It shouldn’t be. Fingers crossed. 

The 1st of January. 

Happy New Year! Not feeling my best – not hungover (obviously, my tongue can’t cope with alcohol), but all the rest of my body is still misbehaving. My feet have been quite calm today, but other things are not so good: my hands and fingers are still sore, my right arm is still massive, and I woke up with really sensitive eyes again. Think I might have to go see someone at the eye hospital. Not to mention my ulcerated tongue. Oh and I’m still coughing, so yeah, not a great start to the year. 

Most of today has been crocheting. This morning I sat with the kittens while blogging and watching New Year Brunch. Grandma came for the afternoon, and we had game casserole for New Year’s Day lunch, followed by sticky toffee pudding with extra chopped up fudge. 

I then spent two and a half hours crocheting the green stripe of my blanket and watching Mirror Mirror, occasionally massaging the base of my right thumb to stop it cramping up. 

She shuffles around,

Turning the lights out,

Closes the window,

Checks on the locks. 

Folds up the blanket,

Empties the bottle 

And leaves it in the hallway, dark. 

She’s just glad she gets to be around

To see another Spring to come to this town. 

Happy New Year, Happy New Year 

To you.

The 2nd of January. 

Bleah, I feel like garbage. My eye is sore again today, and everything else is still the same, maybe my hands and feet are marginally better? Plus now I’m sporting multiple scratches from the kittens because they hate the worming medicine. Thankfully today was the last day they need to have it. 

Daddy drove Christine home today, so they left at about 11 after she got a bit sad saying goodbye to the kittens. Speaking of whom, they will be disappearing to an adoption centre on Wednesday or Thursday. Then I will be sad. 

This afternoon I did mainly crocheting and watching Nashville (I have eight episodes on the box to watch, and I got through two). Shaki came round just after half three to show me this Cats Protection database system called Catalog (see what they did there?) and ended up staying for two hours talking about all sorts of branch stuff. Lots of change afoot and streamlining of some areas which will hopefully make life easier. 

I need a really big sleep. Tomorrow we need to ring the QE because I need to see someone about the mess that is my body, and I need to start ringing potential adopters again.

The 6th of December. 

I have a feeling this is going to be rather a short entry. Most of my day has been spent watching the kittens to see if anyone had any more dodgy stomachs. 

Yesterday, Pretty Kitty was being sick a lot, then was really lethargic all evening and most of today, and Derpy was sick and did several very upsetting poos, and was also very floopy. This morning I was waiting for Shaki to get me their CP numbers so I could book them into the vet, but it turned out they hadn’t got any yet. I then had to ring Jen and get names and clear descriptions of the kittens, so that Shaki could get them registered, then I could ring the vet!

I finally got them booked in for twenty to five, and thankfully we got them all in the carrier easily, although they then did not enjoy the journey to Lydon’s. Lots of sad mews. Pretty Kitty and Derpy had their temperatures taken, and it emerged that Pretty Kitty did have a high temperature, so she’s definitely poorly and the others could be brewing something. Hopefully it’s been nipped in the bud with everybody having an antibiotic jab and we have tablets to start tomorrow evening if things improve. If not, it’s back to the vet. 

In between all of these calls, I had to go to the GP to get some more estrogen cream. The doctor was very sensible and sorted it out with no fuss, plus he liked my Christmas scarf. We’ll keep him. 

The 7th of December. 

Six bouncy kittens this morning. I think they’re going to be fine. Although tonight we have to start putting crushed up tablets in their food so we’ll see how that goes. 

This morning, I spent most of my time watching the kittens, just to make sure they were okay. Essentially, we had a jolly good play. My hands are suffering with the claws of six kittens using them as playthings. Still, worth it. I also spoke to two potential adopters, one who I can tick off the list because he wants a cat from South Birmingham, and the other one will be quite straight forward. Excellent!

After lunch, as I didn’t have to watch the kittens to make sure they weren’t going to throw up, I went to the gym. I did a bit more than on Sunday, but still not as much as a normal session. I keep listening to Christmas music while I’m there which is lots of fun but means I walk around smiling at people and I can’t have that, they might want to talk to me. 

The 4th of December. 

It is really easy to forget about how shitty the world is when you have got a pile of sleepy kittens to look at. 

A very weird start to the day, when trying to find out why Tim Lovejoy wasn’t on Sunday Brunch, I discovered that he has blocked me on Twitter. I’m not entirely sure what I have done to merit that, considering I don’t think I’ve ever tweeted him or even about him. Strange. 

Had both Becky and Alison round to see the kittens. One of Becky’s cats has eaten almost an entire two week supply of Penicillin, which is not ideal. High shelves are not a safe enough place to hide things. Our house is a haven of tiny kitties and Christmas spirit – I think Becky and I are probably the most festive people in the world. 

This afternoon, I finally made it back to the gym. I only did a ninety minute session, not too taxing because I haven’t been for at least two weeks so I’m definitely going to hurt tomorrow. Still, only place I have to go is to the hygienist, so it’ll be fine. 

I am now back home, having petted the kittens some more, and now Miracle on 34th Street is on. Normally I would consider it too early to be watching Christmas films but the world and his wife have got their tree up so it can’t hurt. 

The 5th of December. 

I don’t hurt as much as I expected to, which is a nice surprise. 

The kittens were absolutely ravenous this morning, but have subsequently done some tiny sicks. Well, two of them have. I have spoken to Jen to check on what they were eating and it’s the same, so obviously the move has just upskittled their stomachs. Still, that hasn’t made them any less cute; I put Pretty Kitty in my Christmas hat like a sleeping bag (I wanted to put one in a mitten but they won’t fit, ugh) and I took some super adorable photos. 

I did a couple of Cats Protection calls, trying to speak to one woman who has so far evaded me and got a call back from someone else. Right now there is only one fosterer with any cats that are available so I have to send all the forms to her. 

I only ventured out to the hygienist today. She was very taken with my festive scarf, jumper, earrings and necklace (I’m unbearable) and was very impressed with my dental health – gum score of zero again, well done me!

The 2nd of December. 

A decidedly less busy day. My body was still all awake last night so I didn’t sleep well, but I didn’t have to get up early so that was okay. 

This morning I got to have Buck’s Fizz marmalade on toast for breakfast, then I spent the rest of it writing about yesterday, which I still need to type up. I’ll do it after dinner tonight. 

I had to go and pick up a parcel from the sorting office, where there was a very long queue of people doing the same. Then on the way home, we went to Lee’s so Daddy could look at her kitchen light. I petted her kitties and Daddy took the lights apart. Unfortunately it was not a simple solution, and basically she needs a whole new fitting. 

We came home for lunch, then went to see Moana. It seemed like we were going to be the only ones there, then a family with three children under five came in and ruined it. The parents did try to keep them quiet so I didn’t get as annoyed as I might have. That film is really lovely (as is the short film at the beginning), and I only cried twice.

Daddy had collapsed the chair while we were watching the film, then when he put it back up, it hadn’t clicked into place so as I was driving out, it collapsed with me in it and I was so mad I didn’t speak to him for twenty minutes. He’s fixed it now. 

The 3rd of December. 

We had some plans today to go into town for a craft fair and some street food, but I woke up to a call from Shaki in a crisis. Jen had fallen and was in hospital with a broken collarbone, so someone needed to take her six six-week-old kittens while she was unable to look after them. 

Obviously I was only too happy to oblige. About an hour after talking to her, she was here with tiny balls of fluff and I fell in love. We don’t know what they’re called so I have named them ridiculous names – Derpy, Floofer, Boofer, Tiny Tim, Pretty Kitty and Kitty Purry (I know Katy Perry’s cat is called that bit she was the first one to purr so it seemed appropriate). 

So really, apart from eating and going out to buy the Christmas tree (not to put up yet, just to have before all that good ones go), I have not left the room with them in. They are just so CUTE, I have been sending photos to people all day. I could just sit and stare at them forever. 

The 30th of November. 

Blargh. You know how when one thing gets better, something else gets worse? My back has been really bad today, for no real reason that I can think of, and tomorrow will make it worse because I’m going to be my wheelchair for most of the day. 

Obviously, being in pain, I have not been very busy. This morning, I wrote up a blog post, and made the other two unicorn legs. He (She? Its name is Chablis) just needs assembling now  

After lunch, I did some Cats Protection stuff – I got to speak to a lady who liked one kitten who is now reserved with his brother, but I told her who is coming up soon and she seemed happy with that. Still couldn’t get hold of a different woman on the phone, and I’ve already emailed her, so today I’ve sent her a text and just hoping she’ll get back to me. Then I synced my iPhone (so tedious) and updated the music on my iPod so I can listen to it on the train tomorrow. 

We’re going to see my friend Will Barton in The Libertine and have some tasty foods. It’s going to be an excellent way to start advent. 

The 1st of December.

It’s advent! Be prepared for my unrelenting festive spirit all month. It’s been a very busy day, down to London and back, and next week we do it all again!

This morning seemed like it might be stressful because there were train issues between Wolverhampton and Birmingham International, but thankfully we were unaffected, so we arrived at Euston right on time. We were then supposed to pick up our tickets for the show before meeting Will for lunch, but the traffic was terrible so he got the tickets and we met him at Chop Shop. We all ordered steak (medium rare, natch), then got to talking. He told us a bit about the show and the guy it’s based on, and we talked about my parents’ lives working in theatres before they settled down. 

Will had to leave early to go and have his wig put on, so Mommy and I had coffee, then made our way over to the theatre. They let me in an accessible side door, and we took our seats in the stalls. We read the programme, and discovered a few other names/faces I recognised, like Will Merrick who was in Skins, Lizzie Roper who was in Hollyoaks and is one of the Aunt Bessie’s women, and Ophelia Lovibond who was in Guardians of the Galaxy. Everyone was really excellent and the show is so good – very wordy, funny, horrifically rude (if you’re easily offended, I wouldn’t recommend it) and made all the more fun by the presence of the (puppet) monkey and the dildo song. 

After the show, we went round to stage door to meet Will, and we climbed all the stairs up to Dominic Cooper’s dressing room because I have to prove that I can do things. By the time we got there, I needed to sit and breathe, but it was worth it because I got to see the very fancy room. 

Dominic was very lovely, but we didn’t have long because the cast were having Christmas tea. We talked about the show, and we had photos and they both signed my programme. Then we said goodbye, they went for their tea, and we wrapped ourselves back up to go out into the cold. 

We went to Fortnum and Mason, where I got my Buck’s Fizz marmalade and Mommy bought some florentines for Daddy, so now we don’t have to go there next week. I also got a cinnabon from the actual Cinnabon shop in Piccadilly Circus. We then very happily fell upon an available cab, and were taken back to Euston. 

While we chuntered home, I listened to the Elf soundtrack while reading New Scientist, then when we were actually at home, I had a Skype call from Christine. She had left her phone at work, and her work was on fire. Someone had set fire to Founders building at Royal Holloway, so we were talking while both looking at Twitter. Hopefully her phone is not burned to a crisp. 

The 28th of November. 

I think I’m just about okay today. I was still a bit wibbly when I got up, so my potential gym trip was off. Not lifting heavy weights when I might fall over. 

This morning I did a blog post and painted my nails a festive green while snuggled up in my pyjamas and fur-lined hoodie. I did get dressed, just later than might be considered socially acceptable. Well, I’m kind of poorly. It’s allowed. 

After lunch, I sorted out some of the crap in my bedroom so now it has either been put away or is in piles to get put somewhere else or in the bin. Then I had a try at making a coffee using a drip filter, as my Pact advent calendar coffee is ground for that particular brewing method, and I usually use my espresso machine. 

It was okay but next time I will use more coffee – I started off with just 16g. Not strong enough. My next job was to have another trawl of the internet for potential Christmas presents, but I am severely lacking in inspiration. Everything I see, I just think is a terrible gift. I’ve bought four things I like and made two crocheted things but that is all and I am struggling. I am really hoping some ideas come to me in a dream. Mommy and I have our annual London Christmas shopping trip next week, so maybe I will see things then.

The 29th of November. 

I’ve only had the one wobbly moment today, so I think whatever it was has passed. Hooray!

I had a quiet morning. Mommy was out at the chiro, and I spent my time doing another filter coffee and crocheting a leg of the unicorn I’m making. I used some of Daddy’s coffee for today’s practise and it was not nice at all. I do not like that blend. I’m glad I have my own. 

I had an appointment to get my hair cut after lunch, and we had quite the palaver with the hair washing. Just as my first shampoo was being done, the pressure on the boiler went, and the shower heads weren’t producing any hot water. Not ideal. They tried various things, but ended up having to use hot water from the coffee machine to rinse my hair, which was fine but I was just glad I got in when I did and wasn’t having any colour done! The chap couldn’t come until five, so I hope it’s fixed now. 

So I was there somewhat longer than expected, but that was fine with me, I just felt bad for Michaela and the knock-on effect it was having. All nice and short now, and re-whitening in two weeks. 

When I got home, I had to ring a potential adopter because I didn’t think she fully understood how Cats Protection works, then I made another unicorn leg and ordered all my Christmas cards. At least I have that sorted. Glee Club tonight! Seann Walsh and the best fish finger sandwich.