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The 12th of March.

Today has been quite productive, I suppose.

This morning, I was off to the Women’s Hospital to see Miss Byrom in Colposcopy clinic. They were running late, as usual, so I got my book out. I was able to get a good chunk read, but then three girls came in together (I think only one was a patient) and sat by me, and the constant chatter and commentary were too distracting for me to absorb any more properly. I got called through about 40 minutes after my appointment time, and we had a bit of a chat before I had to get in the stirrups. I felt what we did in January was successful, and it seems that way as she was able to get the small speculum in and open it a bit, and last time she couldn’t do anything. So I am to continue with the dilators and she’s going to write to Mr. Titley to see what he’s doing.

I got a call from one of the pain team (after I rang again this morning) and I finally have a date for steroid injections – 23rd April. It’s ages away but at least it’s there. And the GP is sorting out antibiotics pre and post jab.

After lunch, two more episodes of Jessica Jones and the assembly of the last spaniel. Next: a jumper!

The 13th of March.

Think this will be a quick one. Quiet day – I have been nowhere and done very little.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then while Mommy took Grandma for an eye test (it sounds like she’s chosen some rather jazzy frames), I watched the last episode of Jessica Jones. SPOILERS: Does Trish have the superpower of quick reflexes now? A) That’s a shit superpower and B) This is not going to end well. I’m kind of mad that she’s got them, she doesn’t deserve superpowers.

Then I had a delivery of my wool for my jumpers and a pair of socks, and they are what I’m going to do first.

We had lunch, then I got started on the socks while we watched last night’s Criminal Minds.

I’ve just realised that I didn’t write anything on Thursday, so my dates and days are out of sync – all I can remember is that Thursday is when we got Mommy’s new phone – she now finally has an iPhone!

Anyway. Rest of my afternoon was hairwash, iZombie and crochet. Now I need to sort out my blog! Stupid dates.

The 10th of March.

Ugh. I went back on the computer today to try to get iCloud photos synced across all my devices. Now my back hurts a lot and I have been only partially successful.

The morning was not so bad. I sorted out all the duplicates that were left, and got the phone and the iPad talking to each other. However, the iMac didn’t seem to want to cooperate, and instead thought it needed to update 10,900 photos. It was an empty library, so I don’t know where it got them from. I restarted the computer and repaired the library (I can’t remember in which order) and something wished because then it was empty.

I came downstairs and had lunch, and I picked up the stupid DHL parcel because I got a text about it. So at least Mother’s Day will not be ruined by stupid deliveries.

Back at the grindstone, I tried a lot of different things, but the photos app just isn’t getting involved. So I left it uploading photos from 2017 and 2018 to Dropbox so they’re at least vaguely accessible from my phone and I wrapped Mommy’s presents and wrote her card.

My back was in severe need of rest and support, so I went to sit with Mac and watch more Jessica Jones. He goes tomorrow! Sigh.

The 11th of March.

I am excessively tired today. I didn’t sleep that badly, or get up super early. I’ve had a second coffee, but I just want to curl up and go to sleep. But it isn’t bedtime yet and napping is not a skill I possess.

When I got up, Mommy and Daddy were out taking Grandma to church, so she got her presents upon their return. I gave her a teatowel with a bunny in a doughnut on, and a Moominmamma apron to go with the spatula Christine wrapped and left under my pillow last weekend. Accidentally very domestic. But she liked them.

Ryan and Bethany came at about half eleven to take Mac home. He was full of beans, bounding about and walking all over the paperwork. However, we got it done, and managed to bundle him into the carrier. I am certain he mewed all the way there. I am waiting to find out what they decide to call him so I can register his chip.

This afternoon, I’ve been making the second spaniel. The ears are such an arse to do, because they require loop stitch. Won’t be making any things with that for a while.

The 17th of October. 

Today has been a pile of garbage. 

I’m still really achy, and was not thrilled at the prospect of sitting in my wheelchair much, but I didn’t think I’d be at the Women’s Hospital too long so it would be okay. How wrong I was. 

I arrived in colposcopy clinic at 11:15, but wasn’t seen until about 12, when Sue had come up and intervened (of her own volition; I didn’t even know she was coming). A nurse called me through, and we went to a room where I met Miss Byrom, and Sue and the two nurses were there too. We had a very brief chat about my problem, then it was jeans and pants off time. I put a gown on, and got into the very undignified position in the stirrups. On the ceiling were some pretty flowers, but I was far more interested in the screen with a big picture of my vagina on it. Miss Byrom attempted to insert a very small speculum, but it wouldn’t go in. There is some kind of obstruction, adhesion, like I had some sort of injury which has healed incorrectly. We have no idea what’s happened, but at least we have an explanation as to why I can’t be examined, and why I got nowhere with the dilators. So I’ll have to go back to be put under anaesthetic and my vagina will be “opened up”, to put it politely, and I’ll finally have a smear!

I then got taken to pre-op, where I waited for a good forty-five minutes before we even started. An auxiliary nurse did my height, weight and blood pressure, and I didn’t need an ECG because they have a recent one on file. Then back to the waiting room until a pre-op nurse could see me. 

I read some more of The Bone Clocks (I have made a great deal of progress in it today), and eventually a nurse came for me. We went to her room, and we had to go through all the usual questions. They had a lot of my information from my GA for the coil last year, so I gave her a potted version of my history, then made sure she had an up to date drugs list. She gave me several leaflets about GAs and preventing DVTs and PEs, then I took some blood forms off to the phlebotomist. That turned out to be the auxiliary nurse from before, poor woman, having to do multiple jobs. She said “That’s the NHS for you” and I said “That’s Jeremy Hunt for you”. Anyway. I finally got out at 3, and found Mommy in the car park who was very very bored and cold and hungry. 

Christine rang Mommy’s phone but we missed the call, then I rang her back to find that she’d tried to ring me but couldn’t get through, so we decided that when we got home, I’d back up my phone and tomorrow we’ll go to the Apple shop first thing. She’d actually phoned to complain about how the boiler people are a bunch of incompetent bastards and she won’t have any hot water until the end of the week, the second one of this saga. 

When we got home, we both ate lunch, then I went upstairs for an hour and a half to back up my phone. I couldn’t bear to sit for that long, so I lay on Christine’s bed with the electric blanket on to try to ease my back a little and listened to podcasts. It’s done now, and I’m looking forward to sleep. 

The 18th of October. 

Awake so early. Needed to be at the Apple shop for 9 to be able to see someone about my phone’s incoming call/text situation. I wasn’t first in the queue because being in the wheelchair, people walked past me into the shop while I had to wait for someone to activate the lift. Still, there were only a couple of people ahead of me, and the chap organising the Genius Bar said I’d be waiting about half an hour. He said I could leave and come back but there was no point, so Mommy went to Faculty to get me a coffee while I twiddled my thumbs. 

A guy came over about half past nine to hear about my issues, which I duly explained. He ran diagnostics and because of what I’d told him, he was happy to replace the phone once he’d checked it for any secret damage. That was all grand, except that they didn’t have any in stock, so I am awaiting an email to let me know one has been delivered. He has to say 10-14 days, but it’ll apparently be more like 5. 

Once finished my we went to Hotel Chocolat where I bought a Chocolate Yumpkin, and Boots for lip balm and some man tissues for Daddy before coming home. 

We had lunch and watched the new episode of Criminal Minds (so exciting I cannot explain), then Mommy ferried Grandma back and forth to Fellowship while I crocheted bits of the current project. 

The kittens were booked in for their first lot of jabs at 5, so we bundled them and Amy into the carriers to take them to the vet. It surprisingly easy to get them in, and there was no crying on the way. Lydon’s was full of dogs which I loved, but the cats were not so keen. I set the carriers facing each other so they were slightly comforted by that, and I crouched next to them. I took a lot of pictures of all the dogs but I didn’t pet any of them because I didn’t want the cats to smell them on me. 

When it was our turn, we started off with Amy, and she was good until it was time for the needle, at which point she spun round and hissed while the syringe was still in her neck. She was only too happy to go back in the carrier. All the kittens were really good; nobody hissed or scratched or bit, they were all just a bit wriggly. 

Back at home, I took a parcel that had been delivered to us next door, so I got to meet new neighbour Richard, who (it turns out) actually follows me on Twitter! He saw me in the Sutton Observer a while ago. Who knew we’d become neighbours? I also saw George again who was not poorly but he was a little bit grumpy because nursery had made him tired. I couldn’t stay long, because we had a lady coming to look at kittens and we needed to eat dinner before she arrived. 

I showed her Archie, Alfie and Angelica, as they’re the available ones. She really liked Alfie and Angelica  which is good because at least she’s got one who’s relatively confident. She asked all the right questions and I’m really happy with her as an adopter, so once the kittens are ready, she can have them!