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The 17th of April.

Kitty is gone. He was very amenable about the whole thing – only the mum came to pick him up, so he didn’t get stressed and hide. We took the carrier in so he could investigate it while we filled in the paperwork in the living room. When the boring bit was over, I went to give Spike (now Tiger) a big hug and had to entice him into the carrier with treats and a gentle push. I have been told he came straight out when she got him home and went to sit on a dining room chair, under the table. Our next cat is going to be a sad kitty who has been very neglected and will have to be shaved because his fur is so matted. Bless.

This afternoon, I finished the bear I made yesterday and put together the monkey I’ve done for James. Back to doilies now? We’ll see.

I smashed open my Easter egg and ate some of that while watching Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. It is really going to take forever to get through. And that is all!

The 18th of April.

I am not watching the news, mainly because I have been watching it pretty much constantly since Theresa May’s announcement this morning. After a fairly poor sleep, hearing that we are going to have to vote again was the last thing I was in the mood for.

Of course I want the Tories out – they are quite literally destroying everything that is good about this country. But I am really concerned that people won’t vote for Labour, the only credible chance of getting them out, because they “don’t like Jeremy Corbyn”. I just want to shake those people – the NHS is falling apart, schools are so drastically underfunded that they’re having to cut pretty much anything that isn’t nailed down while asking parents for contributions, social care barely exists, and Brexit is going to make all of it even worse. Let’s not forget the cuts to disability benefits, sanctions on people which only make their lives even more difficult, the lack of support for young people who inexplicably don’t deserve the same opportunities as those over 25, or the huge rise in need of food banks.

I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like Corbyn. Children are returning to school with signs of malnutrition. Voting for Labour is the only chance we have to change things. Grow up and do the right thing.

The 15th of April.

Busy day! I am tired. I had to get up earlier than usual to make sure I was fully breakfasted and ready for the family who were coming to view Spike at half past ten. We decided it would be best if Mommy answered the door and I was already sat with Spike, so he was nice and calm when they came in, and I didn’t freak out the children with oxygen. The mum and older son came in, and Spike decided to hide to begin with, but he started to be a bit more forthcoming after a little while. He returned to his hiding place when we were joined by the rest of the family, but that’s only to be expected. After about an hour, he was out and happily playing so I’m pretty sure he’ll be fine. Just waiting now to hear when they want to pick him up!

Shaki came round briefly to drop off some paperwork and see Spike, and we had a chat about Cats Protection logistics. It is complicated.

I got some crochet done this afternoon, while Mommy was at Grandma’s and Daddy had gone to pick up Christine. I also got to watch one and a half episodes of the new season of iZombie which I didn’t know had started, so that was a pleasant surprise. Now the doily is finished, and Christine is home! Plus she has brought me loads of coffee, yum.

The 16th of April.

Happy chocolate day!

I have literally only just broken into my egg, although I only ate the medium sized bunny in the box, not the egg itself. I am fairly certain that my stomach just doesn’t stretch, so it is going to take me ages to eat the whole thing. For breakfast, I had one of the M&S toffee, fudge and chocolate hot cross buns with brownie butter and that kept me full up until lunchtime, which wasn’t until quarter to three. It wasn’t meant to be that late, but there were issues with the pastry in the tarte au citron we were having for pudding.

Grandma came for the day, and Becky and Alison came round to say thanks for looking after their respective cats and receive their Easter eggs. Spike was very antisocial and hid under the chair for most of the time they were here. Silly cat. I went to see him after lunch though, and he came and sat on me very happily, purring away. I don’t understand, but as long as I’m still his favourite, I don’t mind.

For all the time I was not eating, I have been crocheting a bear for Jenny’s baby. I’ve actually made the whole thing except the face, so I’ve been incredibly productive.

Two weeks down, one to go. 

The 13th of April.

Three good days is too much to ask. Well, to be fair to my lungs, I was doing okay this morning, I only started to struggle after I attempted a moisturising session. It is a good thing it’s not necessary every day.

As I’m sure you’ve grasped from that, it’s been a wild ride of a day. I spent the morning in my pyjamas, while I wrote up a blog post and argued with Justine Greening through the television. Well, more like she made a speech and I voiced my disagreement with each point she made. It was fine, no one was around to hear me.

After lunch, I had my strenuous moisturise, then I recovered with oxygen and some crochet. Despite me paying more attention, today I read the pattern wrong, so I did a whole round, started the next one and got very confused. Eventually I worked out what I’d done, unravelled it, then put it away. Too much today. Anyway, then we decided to watch a film that was in Danish so I can’t crochet and read subtitles at the same time.

It looks like might have a family for Spike. It’s their first cat and he is an ideal candidate – he is probably the most affectionate cat we’ve had and he’s such a good boy. I don’t want him to go!

The 14th of April.

Back to quite reasonable breathing today. And my eye has been fairly well-behaved as well! Lucky me.

This morning I had the lovely surprise of coming across Matilda on tv. This was rather fortunate as Good Friday television is appalling – instead of Victoria Derbyshire, there was some sort of Tinkerbell pirate film on. Not ideal.

Most of my day has been spent crocheting, and I haven’t had to unravel any today! Not much left to do on this one so hopefully I’ll finish it this weekend, then I can start work on whatever I decide to make for Jenny’s baby.

I had a tiny chat with Christine when she was on her way home from the airport, because Mommy hadn’t answered her phone. However, we had just really got talking when Mommy called her back so she ended our call. Obviously I am not interesting enough.

And Trump is trying to start World War 3 with North Korea. Two baby men battling with their egos. We’re fucked.

Orlando the Manatee.

I made this months ago, but didn’t want to put up a photo until I knew he’d arrived at his destination.

The 11th of April. 

Surprisingly good breathing today. Especially considering the fact that this morning my sats were 87, but now they’re 98 on air. I am very glad about this because I have had an oxygen-induced headache all day. I have managed to be off it since lunchtime, but still the headache persists. 

Rosemary came for one of her lunches with Mommy, so she and I had a lovely conversation about surgery under local anaesthetic and the way nurses have to try to distract you, while Mommy heated up the soup. When it was ready, they ate it in the dining room, while I ate my lunch and watched Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. 

She had to go home to walk the dogs, so then we watched last night’s Criminal Minds, and were sad about Reid being in prison. I so want to read ahead to find out how he gets out (surely he must) but I don’t want to spoil it. 

Mommy went to Grandma’s, and I sat and crocheted while listening to the Pappy’s episode of Comedian’s Comedian Podcast. I also had a look at MyHealth and have discovered I have appointments in May with Mr. Titley, the plastic surgeon Miss Byrom was going to write to about me, and with the eye people. Always finding new things to fix. 

The 12th of April. 

Two good breathing days in a row? What can I have done to deserve this? However, I can only have one thing right at a time – the left eye has been irritated and blurry all day. So I can breathe, but I’m sort of half-blind. 

This morning, I was very slow at getting up, so all I got done after breakfast was sort out my appointment for a physio assessment, which will be surprisingly soon – the beginning of May!

After lunch, Mommy and I went out into Sutton. We needed multiple birthday cards, which were much more difficult to source than you might expect. It took three shops to find a suitable card for each chap. I had to get an Easter card for Grandma, and some hand cream and shower gel from Boots. Super exciting. I was quite grateful that I didn’t need to wear the extra oxygen on, because I did not feel like having to deal with the stares of all the youths who are not in school. 

When we got back, we watched The Oliviers, skipping that speeches we had not interest in, and I did some more crochet. I need to pay a bit more attention to what I’m doing, because I had to unravel a lot today because I found a mistake that I couldn’t ignore. Bah. 

The 9th of April. 

Today has been less terrible. I can’t remember how I slept, but I’m not so tired this evening. Still in a lot of pain, though. I don’t understand what’s kicked it off in the past few days – normally it’s bad, but I can cope and ignore it, whereas now I am struggling much more. It has done this before, but it’s usually after I’ve been sat in my wheelchair all day or something. This started overnight. Still, today I have started the Buprenorphine patch so let’s hope it starts to kick in. It does not appear to be making my breathing any worse than it already is, hopefully it stays that way. 

It’s been a standard sort of Sunday. Sunday Brunch, blog, crochet. Despite the sun, I have not been in the garden, but I listened to a lovely episode of Gardeners’ Question Time on their 70th anniversary. I have reached peak grandma. 

Christine has flown off to Denmark today for a pre-Easter holiday, so we talked this morning and when she landed, and I let her know that there had been an incident with the vacuum and her wardrobe. It still functions, it’s fine. 

One week down. Two to go. 

The 10th of April. 

A sleep that cannot be described as good but equally was not dreadful last night. My back is less painful, although I don’t know if that’s due to the patch or if it’s just going back to normal, the way it was before Friday. I suppose I need to start paying proper attention to the level of pain I’m experiencing now I’ve started on an attempt at managing it. 

Becky came round this morning because I haven’t seen her for ages and they are off for a week down south. We had a catch up about family stuff, school, and times when we have both nearly burst into tears at people recently. Thankfully we were both able to keep the tears in while it was necessary. 

She stayed for about an hour, chatting and meeting the kitty, then she had to go home and eat lunch before they went off on their way. 

Mommy went to Grandma’s, and I sat with the laptop to do some Cats Protection admin, as there have been several adoptions done. I haven’t facilitated them, obviously, but I still have to put the details from the forms on Catalog. 

Last night, I caught myself almost getting bitter about why, out of all the people I knew, it had to be me who had their whole life taken away, who didn’t get to do what they always dreamed of. I had to stop that train of thought. I can’t let myself go there because I will become embittered by my experience, when what I need is to become encouraged. 

The 1st of April. 

I have a kitty! His name is Spike (although we think he looks like a Samuel), he is six months old-ish, and he is a very pretty tabby. Shaki brought him round this afternoon and he’s going to be in the cage for a couple of days until he gets used to us, but he’s been happy for me to stroke him and he has done lots of purrs so I think he will settle in pretty quickly. 

I have not felt too bad after my outing last night, and this morning we went over to Kings Heath to get some cake from the Bake guys. I saw they’d made a chocolate churro bundt cake and I simply had to have some. I also got Brooklyn Blackout Baby Bundt, a cookie dough brownie and a creme egg brownie.

Back home, I ate lunch (including my slice of churro deliciousness), then waited for Shaki to arrive. When Spike was comfy in his bed, I explained a bit more (to Shaki, not Spike) about the pneumonia, and we talked about my current volunteering capacity. When she left, I stayed in the room so Spike didn’t feel abandoned and he was very happy to be petted and have his tummy tickled. Gonna have a new friend!

The 2nd of April. 

Really, ever so tired. Spent my morning in my dressing gown because I hadn’t got the energy to open my drawers and find clothes. When I did finally get dressed, it was hard to muster up the impetus to go back downstairs. Moving is such an effort. However, I did manage to go and see the new kitty a few times. He’s still skittish but as soon as the food comes out, so does he. I was even able to pick him up and we had a hug, but he got distracted by Daddy in the garden so I had to put him back in the cage before he escaped. But I gave him some more strokes so he knew he was a good boy. 

Thank god SyFy are doing Buffy marathons to celebrate twenty years because it has made for such a nostalgic soundtrack to my afternoon. I fondly remember watching it on BBC2 at 6 o’clock every weeknight with Christine, and being so mad when it moved to Sky. 

During the Buffy, there has been crochet. Recovery does not make for interesting reading. 

The 30th of March. 

Fairly acceptable breathing today. I’m on 0.5 litres of oxygen. Normal air is not quite oxygenated enough for me. 

I at least had a better sleep, and this morning I got a blog post done and not much else. I had another appointment (which I had entirely forgotten about) at the Women’s at half past one, so we ate our lunches and got on our way. Thankfully no hellish traffic jams today, but there was nowhere to park so Mommy pulled over, I drove off in my chair with the oxygen on the back and she found somewhere to put the car. 

I was seeing Miss Byrom for a follow-up after the procedure I had in November, and Sue, the sexual health nurse, was there too. I said that I thought it had been successful, but only up to a point. She examined me, using a very small speculum and a very long swab, and it turns out part of me has sealed up again. JOY. It’s to do with a thing I have called lichen planus and it’s just another stupid thing that I have that has no cause. I have to carry on with the dilators, and she’s going to talk to a plastic surgeon about me to see if he has any ideas. 

Too many things wrong with me right now. I feel like a collection of conditions rather than a human woman. 

The 31st of March. 

Today was the most normal I have felt in a while. My sats were good enough for me to not need extra oxygen for most of the day. I’m on it now, but still, it’s been a good day. 

This morning, I didn’t fancy watching Eamonn and Ruth be unbearable, so I caught up on The Magicians and did some mindless crocheting. After this project, I really need to make something for nurse Jenny’s baby and for James. I also had issues with Vue and their stupid website trying to book tickets for Ghost in the Shell. 

It’s an odd sort of film. I kind of get the premise and I found it interesting, but I didn’t really see the point. Having done some research, I think it’s too large a story and world to cram into a 100 minute film. One thing I did like was the choice Scarlett Johansson made to lead her walk with her head. It was curious because the company in the film go to so much effort to make Major appear human, but her walk was so unwomanly. Hm. 

Tonight I am going out to The Glee to see Fin Taylor and Mat Ewins, but there is no way I am climbing the stairs, so I’m going in the chair and have arranged for someone to let me up in the lift. Then tomorrow I will feel terrible, I suspect.