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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.

The 13th of October.

My hand hurts. So. Much. Crocheting. 

This morning was rather nondescript, just a blog post, then I started crocheting which has been my activity of the day. Working quite so constantly with a 2mm hook for five hours tires out one’s eyes and one’s thumb. It has cramped up several times but I massaged it and persevered because I really wanted to get it finished. I just have to sew on two of the elements and do some embroidery, and it’ll be complete. I am delighted with how it looks – it is so cute, I am sickeningly proud and can’t wait until Christmas so I can put up pictures. 

That has really been it. When I went to feed the kittens at lunchtime, I got Archie out and we had a very nice cuddle – he was very well behaved. I am hoping we can get Christine some kitty petting time this weekend. 

The 14th of October. 

Well, my day did not start off brilliantly; I threw my cereal all over myself and the chair so I had to change all my clothes. Fantastic. 

I have spent most of my day on my own. How sad. Mommy was out all morning with Grandma, and Daddy went to pick up his new car, which took him until quarter to three. I don’t know why, maybe he was just taking the long route home. Then at three, they both went back out to pick up Christine from the station, and returned an hour and a half later. 

I was at least productive during this time – I finished off the crochet project I’ve been working on, so no more tiny hook and sore eyes! Moved on to the next thing, which requires a nice, normal sized hook. I did have to stop at about half four though as my thumb kept cramping up and I really needed a break. It didn’t help that I was also tweeting a lot about the farce that is the Ched Evans rape trial. The sheer volume of vile misogyny on the internet and clearly in the courtroom makes me sick. Another example of a man using power and privilege to discredit a woman who has nothing to gain from accusing him. The fact that she has had sex before and used a certain phrase being used against her and that it’s deemed relevant evidence is such garbage. It’s a fucking travesty. No wonder women don’t report. 

The 1st of October. 

Even more pain tonight, but for a good reason – London trip for Christine’s birthday! Had to be awake ridiculously early so we could be at New Street for 8:40. I bought a Guardian and a Pumpkin Spice latte for the train because I am so very basic, and we sped down the country to Euston. 

Christine met us there, and we got a cab to Berner’s Tavern. Had it not been pissing it down, we would have walked/wheeled. Not today. The restaurant is within The London Edition Hotel and it is niiiiice. Very fancy. We were early for our reservation, so sat in the lobby, had coffee and gave Christine her presents. Just token things because we’re giving her a voucher for a fancy cooking lesson of her choosing, so I gave her a crocheted mini manatee and whale. She is going to add them to her crochet corner at work. 

We moved through to our table, and I already knew what I was having, so while everybody else perused the menu, I just looked at all the pictures on the walls and watched the other people coming in. I was the only one who went for a sweet brunch dish – buttermilk pancakes with Nutella and bananas (no hazelnuts, I had those omitted). They were so good, but I couldn’t quite finish them. Curse my tiny stomach. I had a curly kale, apple, cucumber and lime juice to go with it, so I had some of my five a day. Plus the banana of course. Then everybody else wanted pudding, which I most definitely did not, so I had a flat white while they ate their desserts. I’m fairly certain Liam Gallagher came in while we were there – I tried to take a stealthy photo but it didn’t work out very well. 

By the time we left, the rain had stopped, so we decided not to get a cab to the theatre, where we were seeing Ian McKellen and Patrick Stewart in No Man’s Land. On the way, we happened to pass a Crosstown Doughnuts, so I went in to buy a cinnamon scroll to eat later, and while in the queue, I petted a dog called Cherub who was a chihuahua/Japanese Chin cross and I was happy as a clam. 

We arrived at the Wyndham’s just after two, so we stashed the wheelchair and found our seats. We had an excellent view, but it is an old theatre, and the seats were not good for my back. For the most part, I managed to forget about the pain, because the play was so good. I have not seen any Pinter before, so being introduced to his work by two of the world’s greatest living actors was pretty cool. Obviously it was an incredible performance from all the four actors involved (there are two younger men as well), sometimes uncomfortable, sometimes funny (and some lines taking on new meaning in current context) and overall amazing. Standing ovation at the end, and I found myself welling up for no reason that I could think of. Maybe because I just felt so lucky to be there. 

From there, we went to Picturehouse for a drink and a nibble before returning to Euston. I just had a St. Clements because I still didn’t want any food, but I did get a Mini Egg cookie to take home and eat tomorrow. We talked about the play, found that Daddy had nodded off a couple of times but not missed too much, tried to work out why the man sitting in front of us had left in the interval, and before we knew it, it was time to get a taxi back to the station. Hailing one wasn’t yielding results, so I whipped out my phone, and within five minutes we were on our way home. 

We were sat in the quiet coach on the train, but I put my earphones in anyway, and listened to a Flatshare Slamdown podcast while wishing the journey faster so I could lie down. 

So much fun, but so much pain. 

The 2nd of October.  

I don’t feel quite as awful as I thought I would, but still not great. I think I was helped by the Zopiclone I took last night, and I made no effort to get out of bed before I wanted to. I was up by ten though, I’m not an animal. 

I threw on my huge green polo neck for the first time this year, and spent what was left of the morning curled up in the armchair, writing about yesterday. Long post ahoy. I did get it finished by the end of Sunday Brunch, and to take my mind off my stiffness, I had scrambled eggs on one of my rainbow bagels for lunch, then my Mini Egg cookie. It definitely helped. 

This afternoon, Mommy took Grandma to get her hearing aids adjusted, and while I waited for her to return (so we could watch last night’s Strictly), I have just sat and crocheted. It is not super interesting to write about but I’ve made a good amount of progress and I don’t think it’ll take much longer to finish. I do look forward to being able to reveal it after Christmas. 

Going to lie down on the floor again now. I am going to be doing lots of stretching until I see the pain team.