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The 25th of November.

I think this will be a short one – not a huge amount of activity to report.

The festive period is certainly upon us! This morning, I wrote up a blog post, and got an email from Biscuiteers saying my advent calendar biscuits were going to be delivered today. I had actually changed the delivery date to Tuesday, but today is also fine. Now I have my biscuits and coffee, all I need is for the Mach countdown to begin and it’ll really be Christmas!

I also received the wool and one of the presents I ordered yesterday, so I can make all the gifts! The rest of my day was taken up doing different crochet things – mainly the snood, but while Mommy was out, I started on a present for her. Will have to take every opportunity I have because she, like me, is here all the time!

Eeee going to be so Christmassy!

The 26th of November.

No Sunday Brunch today. I can’t bear Fearne Cotton, no matter how much I enjoy Richard Osman. Instead, I watched a bunch of Bones episodes while working on the snood. Grandma came towards the end of the morning, so I switched to some more appropriate viewing for her. Bit of sport.

We had some tasty beef for lunch, then lemon posset with shortbread because we are fancy. I then went upstairs to lie down for some back rest with Gardener’s Question Time, but I couldn’t stay up there for too long because I had to be back downstairs when Christine left. I think she will be glad to not have to have me pulling threads through on her jeans that the kittens have caught any more.

Grandma left about six, then I had a cinnabon for dinner before watching Susan get eliminated from Strictly. Sob!

The 23rd of November.

Much quieter day today.

This morning, I tried Dr. Blaney’s secretary, but she wasn’t there, and only works Monday to Thursday so I’ll have to try again next week. Sigh. Then we had an interesting time with a Zara delivery – I’d ordered a couple of dresses, and I got an email saying my Hermes delivery person had left my order in a safe place. I checked the porch but there was nothing there, and no card had been put through our letterbox.

I phoned Zara to see if they could talk to Hermes, but first we had to go through everything that had or hadn’t happened multiple times. Then he went into another system where it said my parcel was left in a blue bin, but there aren’t any in the vicinity of my house. Once the Zara chap was satisfied I didn’t have it, he emailed Hermes and will get back to me when they reply. However, it has since transpired that it was in a blue bin, just on a completely different road. It clearly wasn’t our usual Hermes man, and the substitute is a moron.

After lunch was crochet, no Riverdale because it’s Thanksgiving, so I started watching The Punisher instead. I think I need some back story; will do some Wikipedia research. And we’ve just been doing the kittens’ panacur again – they have remembered how much they hate it and my hands have suffered because of it.

Ed Gamble tonight!

The 24th of November.

I am very tired today. I wasn’t out too late at Ed Gamble, who was very good, but maybe my sleep quality wasn’t very good? Bleah.

So I actually started doing some Christmas shopping this morning. I looked at many of the Black Friday offers but there wasn’t anything that really jumped out at me. I did get some things that were cheaper than they might normally have been, but nothing ridiculous. It took me ages to find anything that I really want to give to anyone – there are lots of things to buy, but that doesn’t mean they’re good presents.

This afternoon, I was on the hunt for more wool for crocheted gifts because if I can’t find stuff to buy, I will make people things I think they will like. Once I’d got that sorted, I started on another snood, but had barely got going when Tom and Ann came to visit the kittens. It seems only reasonable as they can’t have them until Clarrie/Molly gains more weight. They didn’t stay very long, so then I got back to my snood, and Daddy came home with Christine!

Family fun time weekend!

The 5th of August.

Oh god such a long day. I am in so much pain. I got up at ten to five because we had to be at New Street for twenty to seven, and that is too early for a Saturday. When we got there, we bought coffee and breakfast pastries, then sat in the assistance office until it was train time.

Arriving at Euston, we did not have time to wait for even five minutes for the ramp, so we just sorted ourselves out. Bought lunch from Pret, and a coffee to put in the thermos for later (Olympic Park coffee is vile). Then we bombed down the road to St. Pancras and got on the javelin to Stratford. I got the last seat, by sheer dumb luck. Thankful, because I can’t stand for six minutes. Upon arrival, we had to join the queue of wheelchairs for the lift, then had to navigate Westfield, trying to find a way to get to the corner of John Lewis where we were meeting Christine. The first lift was broken, and marshals didn’t know where we should go, so we ended up going all the way to the other end of the mall to find a working lift, then doubled back so we could finally get on the correct route and meet Christine. Found her, then joined the crowds heading for the Olympic Stadium. Got settled in our seats, in the disabled position just above the start line, so we had a great view of that, plus some of the heptathlon events that were going on.

For most of the morning, my eyes were killing me, and there was a freezing cold wind which I couldn’t seem to find respite from from, despite even putting up an umbrella to use as a windbreak, so I couldn’t enjoy myself as fully as I might have. I saw a lot through my camera lens, between drowning my eyes in drops and screwing them up tight. At one point, I wanted to drink the coffee we’d brought in, so I poured some out only to find it tasted really weird. I drank a bit more, then remembered that the woman behind us at Pret had ordered a soy milk cappuccino. We must have got that. No wonder it tasted so disgusting.

We saw lots of events – no finals, just heats, but it’s always fun to shout at people to run faster, and groan with everybody in the crowd when someone knocks the high jump bar down. It was so sad when KJT hit the bar on her final attempt, and we all watched her curl up in a ball on the mat, poor thing. We all felt it.

The weather made things interesting; we had several showers, and as we left, some huge rumbles of thunder. I’d been covered in the giant wheelchair poncho, so didn’t get wet when the rain came. We weren’t herded the way we were after the Anniversary Games, so we got back to Stratford much quicker than we expected. Started talking to a couple on the platform who also had a wheelchair, to find that their son is having a stem cell transplant this week! Tried to share the successes of my life to give them hope. No liver failure chat for first-timers.

We arrived at St. Pancras just after two, so had just over an hour before we needed to be at Euston. I suggested we go to Origin to have an actual nice coffee, so that took up a good half an hour, then we scooted down the rest of the round.

We picked up some reading material for the train, plus some Pom Bears, then off to the assistance office again! We’d barely sat down before we were sent to the platform, despite our train not departing for nearly thirty five minutes. We were told the chap would meet us with the ramp, so we waited out in the freezing wind for him to appear. After ten minutes, there was no one, so I rang to check the situation, and she said he was coming. We waited another ten minutes, and still nothing, so we hauled the chair on to the train, only to find the wheelchair position floor was covered in food and some other crap. I didn’t really feel like covering my wheels in that, so we folded up the chair and I sat next to Mommy. This turned out to be a smart move, because a couple got on the train with an old Westie who sat under the chair in front of me so I had a dog friend for the journey home! Then we picked up some pizzas for dinner and have about an hour in the house before I have to go out again for Regina Spektor tonight. Busy busy busy.

The 6th of August.

So. Tired. So. Much. Pain.

Regina Spektor was beautiful last night. She was, frustratingly, half an hour late on, but was so charming and brilliant, I forgave her. I never thought I’d hear Us live and it was so gorgeous. She is one of few singers who are just as good as their record if not better in person. And I was spotted by Hayley from school so we caught up afterwards which was delightful.

I am very tired now though. I got to bed after midnight, and slept until ten. I’ll still be having an early night tonight I think. Plus my back hurts all over, and my neck, and my bum. Having zero fat on there means sitting on non-padded seats all day leaves me in much, much pain.

This morning, once I was actually up, I wrote about yesterday, which was a long one. I’ll have lots of blog work to do tomorrow – got to get the photos off my camera before I do a post as well.

After lunch, I crocheted. Just crocheted squares for Michaela’s baby blanket and watched the new Orphan Black, which made me do a small cry.

We wear our scarves just like a noose
But not ’cause we want eternal sleep
And though our parts are slightly used
New ones are slave labour you can keep

We’re living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We’re living in a den of thieves
And it’s contagious

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 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 23rd of October. 

I am full of yawns. Today has been of very little excitement. This morning, I wrote up a post, then had a FaceTime call from Christine because she had gone for a run, fallen down and split open her knee in a rather spectacular fashion. She wanted to show it to us so we could advise on how best to deal with it. Obviously her medical kit is not as extensive as ours so she couldn’t steri-strip it, so the next best thing was to make sure it was really clean, then holding it together with a strip of plaster so air could still get to it, and to keep putting ice on it. At least she wasn’t far from home when it happened. 

I then unravelled the crochet I did yesterday and started again with different wool. It was the right thing to do and I am much happier with it. I stopped so I could have lunch, and be ready for the lady to come and see Archie with her two sons at one o’clock. Except they didn’t turn up until an hour later because she apparently thought we’d agreed two. She was wrong. 

I took them in to meet him but it didn’t take long to become clear that it’s not a good fit. They want a kitten who will play with them and be boisterous, which Archie most definitely is not. Thankfully, the mother could tell that it wasn’t right, and they left after half an hour. 

Since then, I have finished remaking the thing is started yesterday, and am very pleased with the results. Being a perfectionist (in some aspects of life at least) pays off sometimes. 

The 24th of October. 

I woke up from the most complicated, bizarre dream I’ve had in a while. At the point my alarm went off, I was hiding under a desk from some aliens who wanted to transform me into something. Thankfully I never found out what. 

This morning I stuffed some parts of the thing I’ve been crocheting, then spent ages brushing them with a wire pet brush to make them look furry. My arm got really quite tired from it all. But it had the desired effect, so not a waste of time. 

After lunch, I went to the gym. I wasn’t sure if it was going to be really full or empty because it’s half term. Thankfully the latter! Got through all my routine in the order I like, and I didn’t have to do any passive-aggressive staring or anything. Vlad tried to talk to me at the end but I was not particularly communicative and he had to go to his next client. I hate it when anybody tries to strike up a conversation at the gym – I do not go there for chat. Unless you are the girl with the amazing body that I really want to befriend. 

Super excited for the My Dad Wrote A Porno finale listen-a-long tonight! Although very sad to be without Belinda and her antics again. 

The 15th of October.

I woke up from the most bizarre dream about me trying to break into my own bedroom from a balcony of some description but the security lion and monkeys wouldn’t let me in. Never a dull moment in my brain.

This morning I wrote up a post, did a tiny amount of crocheting, and Christine and I did some kitten stroking. They’re doing really well – they only make sad noises when they’re actually being picked up, but once they’re settled on a lap. they are quite happy and have even done some purring. I had to take some photos of Amy, because apparently there have been enquiries for young mums so hopefully someone will find her appealing. Also some of the people who had reserved kittens have pulled out so we’ll have to start having some viewings, although none have even had injections yet so they’re not going anywhere.

After lunch, Daddy, Christine and I went to see Kubo and the Two Strings. I had to shush some girls sitting behind us but that aside, it was lovely. Really glad we were able to see it in a cinema where you can really appreciate the fact that it’s stop-motion.

It’s three years since I wrote this post today. The longer I survive, the more terrifying the NHS funding situation gets, and the more I think I will die not from a superbug, but from an underfunded system that just won’t have the resources to save me.

The 16th of October.

Oh dear, I am full of ache. I think sitting on the floor with the kittens has been somewhat detrimental, and to be honest, I haven’t helped today. This morning, after breakfast and coffee, I went back upstairs to sort out my jumper drawer and pyjama drawer. I had some winter pyjamas in the jumper drawer which needed to come out, then I reorganised the jumpers so they were slightly more orderly. All the summer pyjamas then got put away in another drawer, and all my warm, winter pyjamas are now much more readily accessible. It was most satisfying, but it did require me to be on the floor for an hour. Oh well.

This afternoon, we had Sunday lunch at lunchtime because Grandma has been here, and I have been doing a lot of work on the second crochet Christmas project. I also phoned a potential adopter for one or two of the kittens to see when she wants to come and see them, then I sat on the floor some more and got each kitten out individually for a stroke. A couple even got groomed by Amy which they greatly enjoyed.

All of my back hurts this evening. I hope I can move tomorrow or my colposcopy clinic appointment might be difficult.