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The 1st of August.

Starting to warm up again. For all the complaining about the heat, I prefer being warm to cold.

I was at the chiro this morning, and Trine was amazed at the difference in my arm compared to last time she saw it three weeks ago. For some reason, a particular spot in my right shoulder blade was really tender. The only thing I can think of is that it’s still recovering after having been messed about with because I haven’t done anything that would actively cause that sort of pain.

After lunch, I went to the gym. Much better session than Monday because a) I wasn’t angry and b) it was way quieter – far fewer youths today. There was a man that smelled like cheese and onion crisps though, which was unpleasant. I know it was him because when he left my vicinity, so did the smell.

Back home, Shaki popped in to pick up the remaining cat carriers and give me the money for my phone, and a man came to look at the roof/my bedroom ceiling. It is going to be fixed!

The 2nd of August.

Well, I’ve had a nice day, apart from one thing but it was just something I learned as opposed to something that happened to me.

This morning I got my hair cut at Black Sheep, so I got an update on how Sophie and Adam’s dog Cilla is doing after her operation (good; being a rascal) and got a surprise seeing Andrew who was helping out today. Had a nice chat with Michaela while she was chopping, telling her all about my liposuction and the saga of Dolly, and she told me of her extremely busy weekend, bless her.

This afternoon, Jen came round. Haven’t seen her for ages so we had a good chinwag for an hour. She could only stay that long because she is hand-rearing a kitten because (here comes the bad thing) his mother ate the other four in the litter! I KNOW. And apparently this cat has done this twice before, as have other females in her breeding line (she is fancy) and some are just genetically predisposed to doing this? So that’s horrific.

When she left, I tried to play Rayman on the PC, but no matter what I did, it wouldn’t cooperate, so I ended up downloading a PortKit onto my iMac and running it in there! I have done the same two levels as I did downstairs, and now I have to do the dreaded Marshes of Awakening. So hard!

 

The 12th of July.

Well, the news is depressing. It is all about Trump’s visit and I would rather avoid. Bleugh.

This morning, I did a blog post, then I was at the chiro. Had to be selective about what Trine could do because I am still a bit delicate. My neck was the main problem anyway; I think it did not get on with the holiday bed.

When we got back, we changed my sleeve and took the opportunity to wash my hair. My whole arm is turning a lovely shade of yellowy-green.

After lunch, I sat with Dolly all afternoon watching NowTV. Well, I watched, she ignored me and stayed under the chair. I watched the first episode of Sharp Objects, and why Amy Adams has not won an Oscar yet is beyond me. And the girl they have cast to play her younger self is spot on. I also saw the pilot of Twin Peaks because it seemed like something I would enjoy and I thought it was of a similar kind of vibe. I am heavily into Lara Flynn Boyle’s hair. Not so much the fashion.

Got to take the dressings off tomorrow. That’s going to be a pretty picture.

The 13th of July.

Last night was the first time that the sleeve has really bothered me since I got home. I kind of had to just keep squeezing it until it stopped itching. I had all the dressings taken off today in follow up clinic, just so the wounds could all be checked and cleaned. They all look good, not really even much to clean. I have to start using this ointment three times a day which doesn’t really get absorbed by the skin, so when the sleeve goes back on, it soaks through a little which is not a desirable look.

This afternoon, I caught up with the most recent Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D (Talbot gone totally Trump), then I went to sit with Dolly and watch some more of Twin Peaks. She remained under the chair, which I think was a smart move because it is the most batshit thing I have ever seen. The scene with the dancing dwarf was really quite insane. Plus I keep having to go to imdb to work out where I know people from, like Laura Palmer is Ellie from One Tree Hill, and Shelley is Alice Cooper from Riverdale. I’m such a millenial.

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! 

The 28th of May.

Today did not go entirely as planned but nevermind.

I got up and dressed for the gym, because I planned on going there this afternoon, after the chiro this morning. My neck was not as bad as last time, and my back needed a few crunches, but overall not terrible. On the way back, we were going to drive through the Wyndley car park to check there wasn’t any standing water that might affect my wheelchair (their crèche is out of action so I’m assuming they had some water problems). Anyway, we realised there was no point, because my chair is still in Daddy’s car.

So! My afternoon has been based around the cats. I rang Lydon’s to book the kittens in for their first jabs, then I spent some time giving Dolly Dreamies and stroking her. Then I gave them a break and went to watch Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D and crochet more of the cardigan. Nearly at the end of the body rectangle. Back to the cats, I watched a couple of episodes of Bates Motel (getting more annoyed at CF girl but trying to ignore her), then more Dreamies and petting. I think I might have got a tiny, tiny purr. I’m counting it as a victory.

The 29th of May.

The two halves of my day could not have been more different.

Started off quiet, after a bit of a lie in because my back was hurting in bed last night, so it took longer than usual to get to sleep. Not in the usual place, higher up, in between my shoulder blades. I hope that’s not a new thing I’m going to have to deal with.

Went to the gym straight after lunch, because I had to be back in time to get the kittens to the vet at half past four. My session didn’t begin brilliantly, with me discovering upon going to pair my phone with my headphones that my phone was no longer in my pocket. It must have slid out of my hoodie as I drove from the car to the door, and because I was concentrating on my umbrella protecting me, I didn’t notice. Idiot. As soon as I realised, I was back out of the gym, and on my way back outside when I saw a girl coming in, holding what looked like my phone. I sped towards her, calling out “DIDYOUJUSTFINDTHATOUTSIDE?” and she had. I almost grabbed it from her, checked it actually was mine, then thanked her profusely before going back to start my workout, my heart rate already high from stress.

The weather seemed to be keeping the youths that are on half term at home, or at least not in the gym, so I was able to do what I wanted without them getting in my way as I thought they might. Actually, the worst person in the gym today was the old guy leaving his sweat on all the machines. That was pleasant. And I did much better than last time, when everything was a struggle. I think it was the weather. Too warm to breathe.

I got home about half three, in plenty of time to sort the kittens out. In the period between getting home and going out again, I found out that a writer I really like, Yrsa Daley-Ward, was coming to Birmingham tonight to do a reading from her new book and talk about her work. There were still tickets available, so I got myself one and made sure somebody could take me and pick me up. Suddenly my evening was looking up!

Getting the kittens into the carrier was incredibly easy – just grabbed them and chucked them in. They didn’t enjoy the trip – lots of tiny mews and arms through the holes in the door. But they were very good, no scratching and they didn’t even flinch when the vet injected them!

When we got home, I gave all of them Dreamies, and did a bit more stroking of Dolly, although I think she is getting wise to my tactics. Then I got changed, ate an omelette, and was back out, on my way to Impact Hub.

Not only was Yrsa extraordinary and lovely, I also made friends with a woman called Israel, who works in the same place as Daddy and she somehow guessed, out of all the men that work there, which one he is, despite having no clues and me looking nothing like him. Amazing.

I need to find more things like this to go to, to meet new people. When I saw it was happening, I hummed and hawed and nearly made an excuse not to bother, but I’m really glad I went.

The 3rd of May.

I woke up at 5am. Like I’m not going to be sleep-deprived enough this weekend. I couldn’t even force myself to stay in bed as long as I normally can so I was up at half past seven.

Still, it meant things got done. Mommy made some bread, then we went into town where I got some lipstick from Selfridges and a box from Paperchase so I could send Esmée the fox to John and Maddie. We were home by half past eleven. Then Mommy went to vote (I already sent off my postal vote ages ago) and I watched Riverdale.

After lunch, I sorted out some clothes to take to Mach, then sat and watched more of Scandal. I’m nearing the end of season 5 so if I commit I think I will do this. I don’t think I’ve watched so much of anything so quickly before. I also put the luggage tags on the dogs, so all that’s left to do is pack in the morning! I’m so excited.

The 4th, 5th & 6th are pictured.

The 7th of May.

Oh boy, I am so tired. Beyond tired. I think I had about five hours of sleep and considering that’s on top of two short sleeps, I am wiped. We had to be out of the house by ten, so I got up as late as possible, but still spent most of the journey home with my eyes shut, cold from the air-conditioning and in agony from my back. When we got to the services, I had a second coffee and broke out the Pom Bears I bought yesterday which perked me up until we got home.

I curled up in my armchair as soon as we arrived, and we watched Professional Bake Off while having lunch. Then, while the rest of the country was basking in the sun, I went upstairs, shut my curtains and had a ninety minute nap. I am never tired enough to nap unless I am ill, so fingers crossed this is an anomaly.

I couldn’t stay up there all day, so I had an iced coffee to try to make sure I stay awake until bedtime. I’ve put up a bunch of photos and videos from the weekend. I don’t know how to write about it. Maybe just photos.

The 8th of May.

Sleep last night was so good. A solid ten and a half hours, oh it was beautiful. My bed is the best.

It’s been a quiet day – the start of a week of recovery. I have a couple of appointments and a gig on Friday, but the rest of my time is going to spent doing not a lot. I might go to the gym on Thursday, but that’s only if my early morning lung function tests haven’t worn me out.

So, I have been sat in front of Scandal, keeping my fingers busy crocheting nothing of note, resting my back. This evening I had a chiro appointment, and that was incredibly necessary – so much kneading of knots in my neck and stretching out my back as far as it would go. I’ve had the ice pack on my neck since I got home. Looking up for three days straight is really bad for one’s muscles. 

 

The 28th of March.

I have been outside!

This morning, I got up a bit earlier than usual, which meant I had time to write up my blog post before we had to go out. I had a chiro appointment at eleven, which was sorely needed after all the crocheting I’ve been doing. These jumpers have rather fucked up my neck – too much sitting here, looking down. Trine had to apply some rather intense pressure to some knots and ooh it was painful.

From there, I went to the gym. I met up with Karen, but there wasn’t much for her to show me today. I just need to do my thing for a few weeks, then come back to her with my progress to talk about any changes.

I worked out for about two hours, getting to do everything in my preferred order which was most pleasing. Even more so was that when Mommy picked me up, she’d been to M&S where they had a pretzel and a cinnamon swirl!

This afternoon, I have returned to the crochet (trying to look up more often) and watched thimgs that recorded last night. I did some screaming at How to Get Away with Murder because of Connor and Olly’s wedding and Scandal crossover! Going to be SO GOOD. I haven’t actually watched Scandal, but I feel very very excited about this.

Tomorrow I am finally going to find out exactly what is going on in my arm. Let’s hope, or I’ll have a breakdown in the middle of Andrew’s clinic.

The 29th of March.

Hm well not really proper answers. I love going to see Andrew because he’s very punctual and I never have to wait when I am called through.

Basically, we don’t know why my arm is fat. The pictures from the MRI show that the veins in my neck and chest are as good as they can be, and any further intervention using stents or whatever won’t really make any difference. So I asked if we can look at my actual arm to see there is a stricture anywhere, because the forearm is where I get pain, where it feels like things are being squeezed, and he’s going to do an ultrasound in it when I go in for my steroid injections. That’s all that’s left, really. I think I will email Anne Dancey and ask her if there is a scan she could do that would determine the exact composition of my arm – what the veins and lymphatic system look like, what is fat, what is fluid, and then what can be done with the results of that. This would be so much easier if I weren’t allergic to contrast.

We picked up Christine at New Street (eventually), and this afternoon I have been crocheting the second sleeve of the jumper and starting Scandal. I’m doing this one longer, so I’m going to have to unravel the first one and do it again. I have enough wool.

 

The 23rd of January.

Not a huge amount of excitement to report today. After watching Surgeons last night, on which a liver transplant was performed, I had a dream that I was having another one, but it was with an epidural. I did not enjoy it.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, and decided what to crochet next. I had been doing a doily before I did the bears, so I have gone back to that. Finish that, then I’ve got an order for some Christmas chaps for a friend in Iceland so I’ll get started on that.

After lunch, I had a trip to the QE for immunology clinic. This time, I met Professor Lane, and I had to explain my history to him which was fun. When I got to the part about the accidental transplant, he said “That must be quite rare” and I said “Yes, only me” so I think he’s going to look up Mark’s paper. Anyway, having looked at my bloods and the tests Dr. Antrobus ordered, he thinks that actually I have a strong constitution and is not currently concerned about my immune system. I am just to continue avoiding germs and being a hero.

The 24th of January.

I was woken up by the rain this morning. So loud! So I got up about an hour earlier than I planned, but nevermind.

Because I was awake early, I did some crocheting after breakfast, then I had a chiro appointment at eleven. There was nothing major that I had felt, but she found enough to work on. I brought up the fact that the anaesthetist the other week had mentioned that I had a mild form of scoliosis, and she said yes, but it’s so minimal she hadn’t ever felt it necessary to treat, let alone bring up.

Mommy ended up taking a cancelled appointment after mine because she’s somehow developed tennis elbow in her left arm. That’s a mystery.

We then had a brief trip into Sutton so I could put the cheques Taid gave me for Christmas and my birthday into the bank, and buy a small mirror. I had one on the living room table that was useful for my eye drops, but when I spilled my coffee last week, it disappeared. We can’t find it anywhere, so I got a new one from Superdrug for 49p.

This afternoon, I have watched How to Get Away with Murder and crocheted. Do this doily.