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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.

The 3rd of January.

My ribcage is still sore today. I’ve been sleeping on my back, which should help but doesn’t seem to have.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, and Mommy and I had an early lunch because I had a chiro appointment at half past one. Trine could feel that my entire right side was different, sensitive. Everything was really tight and knotted – I felt a lot of little releases when she leaned on me. Mommy had gone into Sutton, so when I was done I sat in the waiting room where I bumped into Becky! She’d been for a regular appointment, after taking her Grandma to Sutton for new mobile phone and to the vet about her cat, who is stressed because he’s had to move house.

Speaking of cats, I spent the afternoon with ours. Everybody came to sit on me at various points during my Netflix viewing, but mainly it was Amber. I watched three more episodes of How to Get Away with Murder, and during the last one, she fell asleep in my arms. It was very cute, but it meant that I was stuck. In the end, I had to move her because I had to pee. She was not thrilled.

The 4th of January.

Bleugh. I am tired. I woke up at six, fell back to sleep until seven, then I put the Today programme on in which John Humphrys was being a dick about the NHS so then I was angry and awake.

I used my extra morning time to crochet. Until lunchtime I watched Bones and made all the parts of a small bear.

This afternoon, I went to sit with the kittens some more. Today Ava and Autumn wanted to be my friends, so they got comfortable in various positions on or around my lap, snoozing and purring while I watched more How to Get Away with Murder. I have just reached a pivotal moment in the season and I had to make sure I continued to breathe. Very stressful!

That’s all I’ve got today. I’m so cold, I just want to curl up back in bed.

The 13th of December.

Not so cold today – my toes are not such blocks of ice. I am very grateful for this, it means that it is warm enough for my lungs to not seize up outside.

I was up early for the chiro at eleven, got a blog post done before we went out, and thankfully the roads and pavement around Holly Cottage were pretty clear.

My neck was really bad, I’m suspecting because of having it bent forward while crocheting, and as I’m not finished, there’s not much I can do about it. I’m getting to the end but not there yet. My back was not so terrible, for once. Grateful for small mercies.

Ann came to pick up Bertie and Molly after lunch, and that was nice and straightforward – didn’t have to chase anyone round the room and not too much mewing.

Well, not while we were still in the room. However, as soon as Biscuit was alone, sad, constant mews erupted from the kitty room, and it was unbearable. I had to go and sit with him, and we watched What Happened to Monday on Netflix. He eventually fell asleep on my lap. Finally he wants to be friends! I managed to sneak way while he slept on the other chair, and it’s still quiet. Phew.

The 14th of December.

All the kittens are gone! Thank god, the sad mews continued this morning. So forlorn, I do hope he makes friends with the dog quickly.

I made my coffee and went to sit with the moany floofer while we watched Riverdale (well, he only watched some of it). Let’s not talk about that “reveal” – what bollocks. I expect proper revelations in the second half of the season next year.

I was able to leave him when Mommy came back from round the corner, and I was going to assemble the thing I’ve been making for Daddy. Except it turned out that one element (which is repeated eight times) was the wrong size, so I had to remake them all.

Tracy came to pick Biscuit up at half twelve, and we got the forms filled in as quickly as possible so she could get him to his new home and he could meet his new friend. I haven’t heard anything, so I’m assuming everything is fine.

I made myself a salted caramel fudge hot chocolate, put Hercules on the tv and got assembling. I finished the front part, turned it over and found that half the remade parts were too small now! Remade them again. Shoot me.

The 21st of November.

Well I had a great start to my day, securing tickets for Sadie and I to go and see My Dad Wrote A Porno Live! Super excited for that, and we have great seats too.

I was at the chiro at 10:45, and that was surprisingly painful. The angry tendon that runs up the whole right side of my spine was very unhappy as soon as Trine touched it. Still, I am seeing Dr. Blaney tomorrow. Pray for steroid injections.

This afternoon, I planned to do a bit of looking at Christmas present ideas, but I got started on some crochet and just haven’t put it down. I’ve also been waiting for the pharmacist at Boots to ring, but they haven’t. They were supposed to be calling because my spare compression garments have arrived after waiting for two weeks, only to find the person on duty ordered the wrong thing. They have the code of the product but are apparently incompetent at using the information provided. Bad enough when the GP prescribes the wrong thing but when they have all the information and still fuck up…I don’t know. Gah.

The 22nd of November.

A slightly less productive day at hospital than I had hoped for, but that was more due to a misunderstanding on my part rather than anything that happened there. It emerged that the appointment with the anaesthetic team that had appeared on myhealth was not with the pain team, it was the one I had as part of the pre-assessment clinic. And having checked again, I don’t actually have another appointment booked in with Dr. Blaney, so we’ll be ringing his secretary tomorrow.

This did mean my visit was rather more straightforward. First I saw one nurse who did my height, weight and blood pressure. Then a sister called Kat, and we had to talk through my whole history, all my medications, what I’m allergic to, what I’m having done, and she gave me the pre-surgery checklist of things I have to do or not do in the hours preceding the procedure. I then went for bloods, but my veins didn’t want to cooperate, so I went to see the anaesthetist and drink a lot of water to pump up my veins. Had a very long conversation with him, mainly about my lung function, the pneumothorax and the pneumonia. He mentioned that my lung function is only 23% of what it ought to be, which was a surprise. I knew it was bad, but not that bad. Wow. Anyway, my lung function is not important because I’m having a regional block, which is like an epidural but it’s just one injection. I had to try to explain why I need to be examined in this situation but I’m not sure how much it made sense. That was all fine, so then I returned to the phlebotomist and she got some blood out of the side of my wrist. Then home!

 

The 30th of October. 

Another dodgy night – I think it’s because of the change in temperature. I had to drag my blanket over my duvet at one point because I was so cold. 

This morning, I did a lot of writing, before going and saying hello to the new tiny screamers. Bless little Callie, she just sits there looking at the other two, baffled. She does mew, just much more quietly. She’s so cute. Then I finished the accessory of the Christmas crochet so now that is 100% complete! Next I’ve got a decorative set to do, and two more presents. 

After lunch, I had an appointment at the hygienist. Thankfully it was Sandra, my usual one, so I had a much more pleasant experience than last time. We had a conversation about how we’re both already looking at Christmas jumpers, and she has given me a couple of toothpaste samples that are apparently not minty, so I shall give them a try. It would be nice to use an adult toothpaste. 

While I was in with her, Christine (who does Andrew’s appointments) rang and I am seeing him about my numbness next week. Hurrah!

The 31st of October. 

My back is dire this evening. I’m not even safe in my comfortable chair now. God, I sound ancient. But I saw that my immunology bloods are back now so hopefully Dr. Antrobus will talk to Dr. Blaney and he will just give me the steroid injections. I am desperate. 

I was at the chiro this morning where Trine did her best to stretch it out but she can’t alleviate the pain. She did some work to my neck to loosen some of the muscles that might be partly responsible for my numb arm, but my joints are all fine. Nerve conduction studies seem to be the way to go. 

This afternoon, I have been crocheting while watching season 2 of The Blacklist. Currently making Christmas gnomes. Also obviously lots of kitten petting. I have found one position that I can sit them in that makes them stop screaming. I just feel bad that I can only get them out one at a time! Not for much longer – we can flea spray them this evening, then in two days they can run around all they want.