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The 14th of July.

Well, this morning was ghastly, but the afternoon was a joy.

We drove down to Ashford so I could visit Robyn, Stuart, Herbie and Ned, while Mommy and Daddy found a way to entertain themselves. The morning was so terrible because despite setting off before we even planned to, we arrived an hour and a half late. There was an accident on the M25, then the sat nav lady took us off to god knows where and we ended up going into and out of London. By the time we got there, I had gone through the full gamut of emotions. Importantly, the murderous rage had passed.

I love them. I got to distribute all my crocheted gifts, and they are going to try their best to stop the blanket from getting dribbled on. It actually goes very well with some of their furniture. I got to squidge Ned, and Herbie gave me some hugs when he wasn’t being a puppy or hiding in the cat house. We had lunch, then settled down to watch Despicable Me 3 (Herbie’s choice) which gave us a chance to talk because Herbie was transfixed. I asked the questions I had prepared for the podcast recording that got scuppered, so look out for that quality content on The Naughty Step.

I was forced to leave about half six, but next time they are going to come up to Birmingham instead. And it won’t be another two years!

The 15th of July.

Too warm to do much of anything today. It was just nice to be able to take the sleeve off last night, although because of the lack of sensation, it feels weirdly tickly whenever the sheet touches it. So I spent my morning writing about yesterday, not watching Sunday Brunch because Pixie Lott is, quite frankly, unbearable.

After lunch, I went upstairs to stick my feet up against the wall again (my feet got puffy during all of the driving yesterday) for a bit before the tennis started. Firmly on the side of Djokovic today – if I can’t have a storybook ending for Serena, I want it for him. Anderson has a weird dog that I don’t like.

While I watched, I typed up a late blog post, then Shaki arrived during the second set to pick up some of the donations from the cattery that we’ve been playing host to. Inevitably, she ended up staying for about an hour, seeing if Dolly might emerge but she refused. She did say that apparently there is someone who has registered interest in her so I’ll talk to them and hope to sweet baby Jesus that they are reasonable.

Djokovic won, then I found myself watching the World Cup final. Here, I wanted France to win, because when Croatia beat us they behaved like bastards. Very pleased, and now I will return to my usual state if feeling ambivalent about the majority of sport.

 

The 10th of July.

Oooh I am very itchy. Apparently it is one of the many weird sensations one can get after liposuction so I took an antihistamine to try to counter it but it wasn’t really helpful.

I was able to take the sleeve off for a couple of hours this morning, which was very nice. The elbow and wrist have been squeezed particularly hard. Plus my hand is holding a lot of the fluid still; I still ask Fiona about that on Friday if it’s still there.

I spent my afternoon watching the tennis, crocheting and periodically visiting Dolly to see if she could be persuaded to eat anything, because she hasn’t since yesterday evening. I would go in, she’d ignore the food, but then she’d cry when I left. She has just eaten a small amount of fish, but then wandered off to look out of the window and howl. I do not understand this bloody cat.

The 11th of July.

The itchiness has calmed down today, thankfully. Instead, the issue of the day has been hand swelling – the garment forces some of the fluid into my hand, and it felt enormous this morning. I tried putting the compression glove on, but that just seemed to cut off the circulation to my fingers. Not ideal. Eventually I took the sleeve off for an hour this afternoon, just to give it a rest. My fingers are not shiny like they were earlier so it’s helped a bit.

My day has been remarkably uninteresting. I actually spent pretty much my whole afternoon lying on my bed with my feet up against the wall, trying to get some of the fluid that appears to have pooled in my feet to drain. I think I may have even fallen asleep. But after a few hours, it was too much pressure on my back so I came back downstairs. Sat with Dolly for a little bit because she is back to her habit of crying all the time. She does it whether we’re there or not, but I feel bad if I ignore her. Stupid weird kitty.

The 8th of July.

So, so tired.

I didn’t fall asleep until about 3 this morning because my arm hurt and I couldn’t get in a comfortable position and the sheets were a mess. Then I was woken up at 7 for my breakfast of toast, marmalade and coffee. I asked the nurses for my Tramadol, because the codeine did fuck all, and found that helped enough for me to be able to bend my arm, brush my teeth and sort out my bed a bit.

Anne had said I could go without seeing her, but I wanted to see what she thought of my arm today and find out what we were to do regarding dressings. She appeared at quarter to twelve, with Mommy and the nurse, which was excellent timing. She took off the bandages, peeled the sleeve down, then removed all the Mepores, trying not to tear my skin. It looks pretty amazing! It looks best immediately post-surgery, then the swelling will go up, but both arms looked nearly identical! And all the compression has alleviated some of the bruising. The nurse gave all the wounds that needed it a clean, then applied new dressings before putting a new sleeve on. So everything is good! I see Fiona the nurse next week, Julie in six weeks, and Anne in September. Then we just had to wait for pharmacy to send up my TTOs and it doesn’t seem to matter if it’s an NHS or a private hospital, they still move at a glacial pace.

I almost match. I’m so happy.

The 9th of July.

Sleep was good. I lay on top of the sheet with my arm on a pillow and managed to stay there until a reasonable time. The arm was less painful, so I think that helped.

I have done very little today. This morning, we watched Christine mace-bear at a graduation ceremony over live stream, then we caught up on the Taskmaster finale that we missed while we were away.

Sarah came back with Dolly, who despite having a lovely time at the cattery, scratched Sarah and wet herself when it came to having to get in the carrier. Poor thing. She has gone straight under the chair.

We had lunch, then I sat with Dolly all afternoon, crocheting and watching Zootropolis. She has not emerged, just like Boris. Suddenly my trip to the Houses of Parliament on the 18th has become even more interesting. 

The 4th of July.

The blanket is finished! It needs a bit of ironing because the edges are slightly puckered but I am very pleased with it.

I was on my own again today, as I wished. Family went to visit some sort of castle which is really not my vibe. I did the last bits of tidying up of the blanket, then for the rest of the day, I sat and read The Rabbit Hunter. It is another excellent piece of work by Lars Kepler, except for the excessive amount of focus on Saga’s black leather bodysuit and the gratuitous sex scene that had no bearing on the story whatsoever.

I feel slightly better today. We went out for dinner. I met a nice cat.

The 5th of July.

Another day, another book read.

I was woken up by men doing things with scaffolding exceptionally loudly at 8am. Thankfully that won’t be a problem tomorrow because I’ll be up before they arrive.

Not really sure where the morning went; I watched Victoria Derbyshire, got dressed, and started reading Stuart’s book, Don’t Be A Dick, Pete. Considering I’m going to visit the Wilder-Heritages next week, I thought I should have read it.

So this afternoon, the family went on a long walk to Thorpeness, and I stayed here and read. I was very happy with my decision because I was visited by another nice kitty! A different one to yesterday; this one was black with some grey hairs. I opened the door and he enjoyed lots of stroking, then he came in to have a look around (I had already closed the doors to anywhere else) and we had a lovely time. It was nice to pet a kitty who actually appreciated it.

Home tomorrow. Then liposuction day. I’m trying to quash the idea that it might not work.

The 2nd of July.

I don’t know what it is. I just don’t feel like I am in holiday mode. I’m kind of exhausted and not eating in the regular way and definitely not drinking enough because the water here tastes disgusting and I am reduced to drinking squash like a child. So I feel generally shit but am trying not to inflict it upon the rest of the family. I just don’t want to do anything or go anywhere.

Today, after much effort, we went to Southwold. We had planned to go this morning so we could have lunch at a nice café we’d read about, but the car battery had died. Had to call the RAC who sold us a new battery and we got there about three o’clock this afternoon. I got an iced coffee from the aforementioned café, then we pootled along down the seafront, down the pier and back again. Saw countless good dogs, got battered by the wind and saw some faintly disturbing artwork.

In good news, I have joined all my hexagons! Now I have to do the border, then tidy up all my ends.

The 3rd of July.

Yep so my brain has got on the depression train. No appetite, no motivation to do anything, go anywhere. Going to have to go through the motions until it lifts.

Family understand. They made sure I had food and enough to drink, then left to go and see what Sutton Hoo was like. That’s fine – it’s what I wanted. All I want is to sit and work on my blanket, listen to tennis. Just pass the days until we leave on Friday. I want to be in my cocoon until then. 

The 30th of June.

I hate writing about holidays because usually so much of it is “We did this. We did that.” And it is not interesting to read.

I didn’t have a good sleep because the floors of upstairs are really creaky and loud, so if someone moved, I heard it. The plumbing is also really noisy, as are all the birds. Plus, the bed is not super comfortable.

This morning, we had a trip to Leiston to go to a wool shop, because I forgot to bring the wool I need to assemble the blanket. I did some Googling and that was the nearest place. They actually had exactly what I wanted, then I ended up having quite a long chat with the shop owner because she was on oxygen and she had a compressor which is something I haven’t tried but will probably need in future.

Then we went to Snape for lunch, and ate in this café situated in a large homeware shop. Three of us had the fish platter, and Daddy had a vegetarian breakfast. The fish was lovely and there was plenty of it, but the bread was dry. In the shop, there were loads of expensive mugs I wanted to buy but didn’t (£21? Fuck off) and nice furniture, but all I purchased was some coffee.

Back in Aldeburgh, I got some disappointing gelato, saw a lot of good dogs, then came home to start putting the blanket together.

The 1st of July.

Fuck, my back hurts so much this evening. Maybe it’s my fault for sitting and crocheting all day. Or the sofa’s fault for being unsupportive. Today is my first day of what should be an effective dose of CBD capsules so maybe soon I will feel some difference. I really fucking hope so.

I had a better sleep now I have earplugs, so that’s been a plus for today. To be honest, I’ve only moved from my crocheting spot to eat lunch and go to the ice cream shop. A different one to yesterday, and much better. I will go there again. I’ll also try coffee from there because all the coffee I’ve tried so far has been poor.

That’s it! I’m being industrious because I want to get this blanket done, then I don’t have to worry about it. I want to get it done while we’re here because I don’t think I’ll be up to it after my lipo.

The 28th of June.

This is not going to be an interesting entry, I will warn you now.

I woke up at quarter to six for reasons beyond me and couldn’t fight my way back to sleep. I ended up getting up about half seven. Ugh.

I’ve had a fat lot of nothing to do today, really. I made some mini hexagons so I could practise joining them and work out the best way, and the same with bordering. I have a plan now, although putting it into action might be a challenge.

After lunch, I gave The Spire a call because they sent me an appointment for the group and save on the 5th, but we won’t be here then, so I got it rebooked for the 6th at 1.30. We’ll be leaving the house very early on Friday morning. Then I spoke to the pharmacy and they don’t know anything about my antibiotics so I’ve chased that up too.

Then, Sarah came to pick up Dolly. She remembered the carrier and did not want to get in it. Sarah tried to scruff her at one point and got serious scratches for it. Eventually, she kind of trapped her, and back to the cattery they went.

Since then, I’ve had a video of her purring and being stroked so she’s obviously got over it pretty quickly.

The 29th of June.

Driving. Honestly, there is nothing else to say. This morning we packed all the stuff, then Mommy and Daddy went to get the car. They packed the car, then we drove for hours until we got to Aldeburgh. My back fucking kills.