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The 16th of October. 

Started my day with a phone call from Shaki. She was outside, about to put some paperwork through my door, but didn’t want to come in because she has tonsillitis, bless her. Poor us. 

Once dressed, I got downstairs and promptly chucked my water over the table in the living room. This meant I had to take everything off it, including the heavy glass top so the embroidery underneath could dry. Well done me. 

I rang Emelda to discuss my next appointment with Andrew, but found out she’s on annual leave. Rats. I’ll try Christine, the appointments lady, again tomorrow. Then I wrote up a blog post, trying to ignore the apocalyptic light that’s been over us most of the day. 

Lunch, then sat here crocheting a cowl most of the afternoon. Suddenly it was half past four and we had to go to the chiro for my rescheduled appointment. I knew it was going to be painful, but necessary. The muscles that go up either side of the spine had contracted so no wonder I’ve been in more agony than usual. Plus lying on my front on that floor has been bad for my neck so it was a generally unenjoyable visit. 

I also spoke to a lymphoedema nurse because I’ve not been able to wear my compression garment today because it has made the skin on my elbow raw due to it being so tight. Going to try another brand. Why is nothing ever simple?

The 17th of October. 

This is exhausting. I think last night was better? The cough has been pretty similar today – I’m still bringing up phlegm the same colour as before so I emailed Dr. Thompson again. Today is the last day of the co-amoxiclav, and the last sputum sample I gave was essentially spit so obviously it hasn’t grown anything. Anyway, he wants to leave it a few days and we’ll see how I am. 

Spoke to St. Giles again and they want me to have a made-to-measure sleeve, so I’m being measured for that on Thursday. Also spoke to Mr. Titley’s secretary because I haven’t had my letter about Tuesday yet. She said one has been sent, but if it doesn’t arrive by Thursday I’ll be ringing her back. I do need to know what time to turn up etc. This cough better have fucked off by then too or we’ll be in trouble. 

I spent my afternoon watching stuff on Now TV and crocheting the cowl. It’s finished now. I watched the Nashville concert at the Royal Albert Hall and got emotional at Stand Up because it reminds me of Dean. I miss my friend. 

The 14th of October. 

Well, at least now both sides of my ribcage hurt so I’m less concerned that I’ll get another pneumothorax. 

Last night was bad. Back to bad. Just coughed all night long. Today has been all about the phlegm again – surprisingly, the same as yesterday. 

This morning, I got a blog post written up, in between coughs and changing position to try to be comfortable. Thought about washing my hair because it’s been three weeks since I last did but I just don’t have the energy. 

After lunch, I went upstairs to lie down and try to rest my sore bones while I watched the finale of season 2 of How to Get Away with Murder. When I came back downstairs, I finished off the base of the clothes I was making for the doll, then tried to put them on. Turns out, they wouldn’t fit over the head. Adjustments will have to be made. Potentially decapitation. 

The 15th of October. 

Honestly I don’t know if last night was bad or good. I think I slept but there were many small coughs. Today it isn’t rumbly, just still very phlegmy. Occasionally I inhale and hear it all move which is rather disconcerting. 

I spent most of my morning unsuccessfully trying to crochet stuff, and gave up at lunchtime when Mommy came back from M&S with a pretzel. 

This afternoon, we fast forwarded through the Six Chair Challenge on X Factor (it makes it so much easier to watch). Then I decided it was finally time to watch The Little Prince film on Netflix. I kept putting it off because “it wasn’t the right time” or I didn’t feel like crying. But I didn’t want it to disappear without having seen it, so I braced myself. 

It is so lovely. So beautiful. I knew it would be but it still took my breath away. I wish I’d been able to see it on a big screen – I bet it looks incredible. And of course I wept like a child in the past where The Little Prince is bitten by the snake. And although the ending was obviously different to the book, it is entirely appropriate. If you can, you must watch it. 

“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

The 12th of October. 

I had my first reasonable sleep in weeks last night. As in, it didn’t take me hours to fall asleep. That might be because of how exhausted I was – I was too tired to eat even half of my tea. 

I woke up with a suddenly very tickly throat that wouldn’t abate unless I drank continuously. It cleared up once I brushed my teeth, but I couldn’t go back to bed. I had an appointment at the GP anyway – they wanted to talk to me about my latest letter from ophthalmology. Turns out they were confused about my prescription. He was actually very reasonable, and we did a bit of a prescription audit so it’s up to date now. 

This afternoon, I watched the new episode of Riverdale (yay!), and felt up to doing a bit more crochet. Another assembly job next. I never know how the cough is going to be the next day so we’ll see how I feel tomorrow. I’ve got a ticket to see Jayde at The Glee tomorrow night but I can’t see that happening with the way I am. It’s probably not a good idea even if I am feeling better. I’ve coughed enough today for my ribs to hurt and me to get paranoid that I’m going to pop my lung again. 

The 13th of October. 

Bleugh. I had another decent night, but I’m still knackered this evening. I’ll have had this for three weeks on Sunday. 

The cough has changed again today – it was really dry overnight and first thing, and as the day has progressed, it’s been constant phlegm. Wish it had been like this on Wednesday and I could’ve given the hospital a better sputum sample. We have another pot so if I’m still going on Monday we can take that in. 

This morning, I put together the doll I’m making, although I had to reattach the right leg three times because I just couldn’t get the angle to match the left one. 

Then, after lunch, I started on the clothes. It’s pretty straightforward so far, just long. It needs details though, and they will be tricky.  

Oh god I am so tired. Obviously no Glee tonight. I just want to sleep until I am better. 

The 6th of October. 

Last night was bad again. Don’t think I fell asleep at all until past two, and even then it was punctuated by coughs. Blog posts take so much longer when I’m coughing. Keep having to stop and hunch over to move some phlegm. Spent most of the day without my cardigan on because I’ve been so warm. 

My chest has rumbled all afternoon. Rumble, cough, rumble, cough. I can barely write because I have to keep stopping. This morning I was quieter and I thought things might be starting to slightly improve but that seems incorrect. 

Daddy is concerned that I’ve got something fungal, so if there’s time on Wednesday he’d like me to get my bloods done (I don’t know how this is supposed to fit in with my lymphoscintigram). Personally I think it’s still just a virus but getting them checked will make him feel better. 

What would make me feel better would be for the coughing to improve. Or at least decrease in frequency. I’m so exhausted. 

The 7th of October. 

Sleep not terrible but not good. I’m so tired. And my back hurts so much. When I get up to walk, I am bent over at a thirty degree angle. Straightening up is too painful. 

Most of my day has been spent leaning forward, working on something I’m crocheting for Heidi. It is going to be rather larger than I had originally anticipated. I hope she doesn’t mind. 

I’m not sure there’s anything else to say. I feel like trash. It’s been two weeks now. Can I start getting better soon please? It’s been so long since I had a normal virus, I’ve forgotten how long they last. Some improvement next week would be nice. I really hope it can’t get worse. 

The 4th of October. 

Last night was dreadful. The coughing would not cease, and I think the best chunk of sleep I had was between six and seven this morning. It hasn’t got better as the day’s gone on, and I just want it to be bedtime.

This morning I did a blog post, then I finished putting Heinz the Stag together, so all the little winter chaps are finished. The wool has arrived for some of the Christmas presents I’m going to make, although for some reason I ordered double of some of it so I’ve got to send a lot back. I blame illness. 

After lunch, Amanda came to see the kittens again, but she didn’t stay very long, I think because she felt bad because I was coughing so much. She suggested I see a doctor but I explained why that would be pointless. 

At half past three, Mommy and I went to the GP for our flu jabs. I stayed in the corridor, to keep my coughs to myself. I know I’m not infectious, but I don’t want to unnecessarily concern everyone else being jabbed. 

Oh, I hope tonight is better. I need a rest. 

The 5th of October. 

I just feel terrible. I had a better night but ugh, the coughing is still exactly the same. I move one bit of phlegm, and some more comes to take its place. 

My only triple out today was to the Women’s, where I was seeing Miss Byrom and Sue. While waiting, no less than four people asked if I needed water. Sigh. It was particularly bad – I feel like I need to wear a sign that says I AM NOT CONTAGIOUS. Thankfully it wasn’t busy enough for anyone to need to sit very close to me. 

The upshot of the appointment is that nothing can really go ahead until the anaesthetist is happy, so I need to see the immunology doctor about my white cells. She is away until next week, but her secretary is aware of the multiple people need her to see me. Hopefully that means I will see her sooner rather than later. 

I just want to stop coughing. I want to stop being in pain all the time. I’m so tired.

The 30th of September. 

I had a lovely morning and a horrible afternoon. 

Another okay night, woken up by my alarm. I managed to get a lot of my morning coughs out of the way, then my favourite homeboy, Dan Alani came round! I took him in to the kitty room, where he greatly enjoyed meeting two new little mates. It is a novelty that does not wear off. 

We had a really nice hour and a half, catching up on each other’s lives. He is doing so well; I am very proud. We’re growing up! Where did the years go? Yet we can fall back into old habits like no time has passed at all. He gives the best hugs. 

He left to go to Aston Villa with Warren, and I had lunch. The cinnamon bun I bought yesterday was very disappointing – not much cinnamon and there were cranberries? Not okay. So I ate the blondie instead. 

Since then, the coughing has been non-stop. I feel wretched. I am so sweaty from the constant effort. And it is this that has lead me to the decision that I can’t go to Harry Potter tomorrow. I will ruin the day for everyone concerned, the day will be too long, and I will just make myself more ill. What’s worst is that it is my own fault for doing too much. My body is able to ruin anything. The lesson here: don’t make plans. 

The 1st of October. 

Ugh. I feel grim. I don’t know what time I fell asleep, but I woke up at half past ten when Mommy came in because I had slept through my alarm. Whoops. 

It has been made evident by the amount of tissues in the bin that staying at home was the correct decision. I did not know it was possible for the human body to produce this much phlegm. I’ve been able to spend most of my day in just a t-shirt because the amount of coughing I’ve done has kept me so warm. Sweating away. 

I’ve actually injured my left shoulder this afternoon while I was hurling my body forward. Oh, god. I at least managed to finish Chloe’s seal, so I can get that sent off to her as soon as I find an appropriate way to package him. 

Right, I think I’m going to curl up on the floor. Sometimes that helps. 

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The 28th of September. 

Nobody has more phlegm than me. My throat seems okay now, not really needing the Strepsils. I just cough a lot, and it is my signature cough that I have to do continously until the junk moves. Sometimes it takes a while, and I get a bit lightheaded. The ribs are coping today, I am just really tired. Praying it calms down by Sunday. 

This morning, I woke up early, and did a blog post, and coughed. Just coughed, up until about half eleven, when I finally seemed to get some rest, so then I got Simon’s hat out and started work on that again. 

After lunch, a couple came to view the kittens. I don’t think we’d been in the room even five minutes when Amanda said she was smitten. Not surprising – Harvey just wants to be pals with everyone immediately and Hugo is gorgeous, if less forthcoming. He became a bit more interested once we started playing and they were able to see what he’s like when he’s relaxed. 

They stayed about an hour, and left definitely wanting them. They can’t pick them up until next weekend but that’s fine because it means I get another week of petting. 

The rest of my afternoon was spent finishing Simon. I’ve still got Heinz the Stag to do, but I must do Chloe’s seal first. 

The 29th of September. 

I have a headache, I suspect from lack of oxygen during all the coughing – I checked my sats while I was having a fit and they went down to 92, and my heart rate went up to 140. It’s not great. 

I had a more reasonable sleep – my alarm actually woke me up today which is the first time in a while. We’ll see if that happens again or if it was a fluke. 

This morning, once I’d got through all the morning phlegm, I started crocheting Chloe’s seal. So far, he has a face. It’s going well. 

After lunch, Mommy and I went into town for toy stuffing, returning of Zara jumpers, and to purchase some baked goods from this place called Medicine Bakery which is only open on Fridays and Saturdays. Sadie went when she was home the other week and she approved. I bought a Nutella and s’mores kruffin, plus a cinnamon bun and a blondie. 

OH GOD SO PHLEGMY. 

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