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The 15th of January.

Early start again – liver clinic this morning so we were out the door at nine. Philippa wasn’t in today, but I saw Kirsty and a nurse I know from TCT, who has changed jobs to help patients with the psychological effects of transplants and transition from BCH to the QE.

James was very happy with my liver tests; he went so far as to call them “perfect”. I’ll take that. He can’t quite believe it, after the way things were in 2013. To be 27 on Sunday is not something I thought I would do a few years ago. We weren’t sure I’d see 23. What a miracle my body is.

Got home and I had a coffee while I watched the first episode of season 4 of How to Get Away with Murder. The ending was a good twist – that’s a way to keep me watching. It’s so good. Viola Davis is amazing.

I was at the dentist and hygienist this afternoon. Dentist first, but not Liam as he has a new baby, so I met Elizabeth. She’s very nice, was very complimentary about my oral health, no problems there. Then Sandra cleaned my teeth and she was happy that we’d had success with the Oral B toothpaste.

Other than that, it’s been kittens and crochet. Make this flipping bear.

The 16th of January.

Bleah, it is too cold. Bloody winter. I do hate having to get up so early when is freezing too.

This morning it was the Women’s Hospital for menopause clinic. I got a bit of my book read, then I was called in by Elaine, Dr. Robinson’s clinical nurse. We had a chat about the past year, and about the procedure last week. Bit of concern about the coil, because that has to come out next year or 2020, and there is some worry as to how we retrieve it because last time, Miss Byrom couldn’t even see it. Will discuss it with her in follow up, although that has to be rearranged because the appointment they’ve given me is on the 12th. Can’t.

This afternoon, I went to sit with the kittens, and I watched Get Out. I thought it was really smart, the way Jordan Peele used the classic horror movie tropes like the deer hitting the car, but the most scary part is just the general creeping unease that grows throughout the film. I was glad to have my furry friends during the final sequence.

The 14th of July. 

I have not really felt up to participating in life today. Not quite under the heavy cloud, but definitely not feeling myself. 

I didn’t have a great start to the day; up early again for the dentist this time. I saw the dentist first, and that was fine, but then I saw the hygienist and it wasn’t my normal one. I did not like her. She was very against me using a manual toothbrush or floss picks, and she was adamant that the kids’ Sensodyne Pronamel toothpaste isn’t minty (it definitely fucking is) and wouldn’t listen to me when I protested. She said I had loads of plaque, then cleaned my teeth really aggressively and painfully – there was blood all over my face and bib which has never happened before. She really didn’t seem to care about my history, or the fact that in all the time I’ve been at this practice and seeing Mrs. Richards, nobody has felt that I had any problems. I was very glad to get out of there. When I had to rebook, I made a point of making sure it was with my normal hygienist. Not seeing that woman again. 

Got home where I could finally have my coffee (no time before I went out), and I rang the lymphoedema clinic that has been recommended to me. They said I needed a referral, so on Monday I’ll get a consultant to write a letter. 

The rest of my day has been spent looking for something to wear on Tuesday. Fuck my arm. If I weren’t right-handed, I’d have chopped it off. 

The 15th of July. 

I am so tired. Another bloody early start for another morning appointment. This time it was to see the eye man at the QE. They were not running so on time today, so my 9.50 appointment ended up being more like half ten. Still, it was good news – said they were the best he’d seen them, which would certainly tally with how I feel. I can cut out one eye drop, so it won’t take so long to go to bed, and he’s prescribed something that might be better than Hyabak. 

Got home about twenty to twelve, and the stuff I’d ordered from ASOS yesterday had arrived. I’d sent for a couple of shirts and a dress. I’m definitely keeping at least one shirt, not sure about the other, and the dress is going back. It’s too dark for me. Shame. 

This afternoon, I listened to the tennis while writing up the venoplasty blog post, and I’ve been to pet the kitties a few times. There is interest in Bree but I really need Betty to go first, or she’ll freak out of she’s alone for the first time in a new place. Bah. 

Finally finished that doily I have been working on. I think next I will do some things for the new babies that are coming soon – Peter and Sophie’s, Michaela’s, and Robyn and Stu’s. All the babies!

The 31st & 1st; Ho di ho.

February 2, 2016 — 1 Comment

The 31st of January. 

Ho di ho. Terry Wogan died today. It’s a good thing January finishes today; I don’t think the world can handle much more of it. 

Mommy greeted me this morning with that cheery snippet of news – they hadn’t taken Grandma to church because she’d had a bad night. I think she needs a different sleeping pill. I watched Sunday Brunch while doing a blog post, then went through Mommy’s food magazines, which is what I was going to do yesterday when I threw the water everywhere. The living room has returned to normal now. 

After lunch, I finished crocheting the legs of the doll and stuffed them, then started up the torso. I’ve had to pause because I need to feed some wire down them so she is posable, but I also need to make a prototype shoe so I can gauge where to put the stitch to make the ankle. Can’t have her feet being the wrong size!

I thought I’d go and try using the computer – I’ve been giving my eyes a rest from it. After a tussle with the bluetooth mouse (despite changing the batteries, it refused to connect), I had to get the cabled one, but then I whiled away a few hours on The Sims. 

I almost forgot to mention, today we finally made brownies using the brownie batter Oreos. They are going to be pudding tonight and I am really rather excited. 

The 1st of February. 

Woke up with a start because Grandma rang me by accident. My ringtone is Sail by AwolNation and the first note is pretty powerful and alarming when not expected. 

I had to get up early anyway because I had an appointment at the hygienist, then dentist at ten to eleven. Just before going, I saw a woman on Jeremy Kyle with the most upsetting front teeth, very poor dental hygiene, and I mentioned this to the hygienist who blanched. Neither of us can imagine how it is possible to not brush one’s teeth. She gave me lots of praise, as did Liam – I am their star patient obviously. I’m think I just like going because they tell me how great I am. 

The rest of my day has been taken up with finishing the crochet doll. I finished off the second arm, stuffed them both, added the wire, then attached them to the body. Then stuffed the head, put in the eyes and attached that too! Now I’m in the process of making the hair which I’ve never done before, so that’s an interesting process. No pictures yet because she’s naked and bald right now and it would be rather undignified.

The 5th of August. 

A really excellent day!

First thing, well, after breakfast, we had a visit from grey Oscar, the softest kitty in the world, and he stayed for ages! He doesn’t stay still so I was trying to take photos and just hoping they were decent. He even came in the house! In and out several times. He is so cute and fluffy!

After fun kitty times, I had appointments at the hygienist and dentist, where I was once again promoting my wheelchair. I should get commission on those sales. People come up to me all the time about it. I was woken extolling the virtues of OraNurse toothpaste as well, so they can recommend it to other people who can’t tolerate mint now. My teeth and gums are still excellent so well done me. 

I was there until twelve, so we got home, had lunch, coffee (using a shorter extraction time than usual and whole milk and it was so much better), then Mommy took me to the gym. I only did upper body work because of the stitches, and there wasn’t much entertainment today. The sweaty boy was there, and there was a chap explaining how to do a handstand by saying “You’ve got to get quite vertical.”

I got a letter about booking my cervical screening today. I am thinking I’m going to ask if I can have it done while I’m under GA having my hysteroscopy because last time Dr. Robinson tried to examine me, it was excruciating. Stupid tiny cervix. 

I hope I don’t dream about Becky’s wedding again tonight, as I have for the past three. 

Bake Off tonight!

The 6th of August. 

I had nothing to get up for this morning so I had Zopiclone last night but unfortunately, it didn’t work, and when that happens, it makes me sleepy all day. 

I had no plans to go anywhere, so I decided I was going to crochet a dinosaur that I’ve had my eye on for a while. I worked on that until lunchtime, then early this afternoon, my #IGiveASpit t-shirt came and I immediately started trying to think of how to customise it. 

I couldn’t decide what to do, but we hadn’t got any fabric paint/pens so we went to Hobbycraft and I hoped inspiration would strike. I got some pens because I thought they’d be less messy. 

Once home, I got a tray and some cardboard to separate the front and back so the ink didn’t leak through. I didn’t want my drawing to be really cheesy, so I thought I’d do some birds, to symbolise freedom, new life, the ability to fly. Now it needs to dry. I think for 24 hours, so I might be able to wear it at the gym tomorrow. 

On, and I did more winning at kitties yesterday because I took some cake over the road and war honoured to have TJ sit on me, which he never does with people outside the family!

The 4th of August.

Wembley X Factor day! A pretty magnificent day, all in all. We set off at half ten, driving until we got to some services at about twelve for coffee and some lunch, then drove the rest of the way to Wembley which was rather uneventful.

Parking was a bit of fun but we found the spot we’d booked, then we had to find our way to the erna. The signage from the car park is not good. We found the door for the priority queue and Roxane came out to give us our wristbands, then we got taken through the backstage route to our seats which were awesome. Front row, to the left of the judges, not directly behind them.

Before everyone came in, we had photos in the judges chairs and I had one on the stage. It’s very big. The warm up guy Roycey is very good – I’m sure I’ve seen him at BGT. He was trying to set up this 23 year old guy with a girlfriend, but all the girls he kept bringing up were 17 which was not good, so then he saw Mommy and dragged her up! I couldn’t watch but she returned swiftly. Roycey also read out my Twitter so I got a bunch of new followers which was excellent! Simon was running late, so the first few hours were with just Cheryl, Louis and Mel B with a little bobble-head Simon. In between the acts, I got to quickly go and meet them and have photos! Cheryl is tiny, and her face was so shimmery. She held my hands and said “I hope you tick everythin’ off your fuckin’ list” and it was all kind of a blur but they’re all lovely and I was kind of elated.

I don’t think I can say much about the acts, so I will just give you the nicknames we gave them: orange guitar girl, short hair nervous girl, girl who lost 11 1/2 stone, camp Geordie, 17 year old boy, Don’t Speak woman, Woman group, two sister group, three grubby guys, awful icona pop duo, Arctic Monkeys guy, Kane urban rock, Human Nature boy, falsetto soul guy, pull up jeans guy, boobs Cheryl, Abi, rucksack girl, solo guy, unprepared water boy, little irritating Irish blonde, Italian dog shirt chap, bad throat hoop earrings girl, poisoned guy, Chloe Jasmine, angry girl. We basically had two shows – the first few hours without Simon, then we had a break and Mel left to go to New York, and a load of girls descended upon me to crowd around the table and scream and be in the vicinity of the judges’ table it seemed. It was very hot and I really couldn’t see what they wanted to achieve by being there but whatever. I was glad when Simon arrived and they all clambered back to their seats and I could breathe again. I met him very briefly – he had no idea who I was, but he was very polite, and we’d just had a very weird audition so we talked about that. I was mesmerised by his teeth – they are so regular. Clearly not real but impeccable. He looks a bit like a teddy bear up close. I really wanted to touch his face but thought it probably wasn’t a good idea.

We didn’t finish until about twenty past eight, way later than we thought! We were escorted out again so we avoided the masses and got out of the car park. It was really interesting to be there and see the difference in opinions between the audience/judges. I’m also excited to see what Twitter thinks of them all! It’s going to be very interesting.

We stopped at the services for food and toilet, then drove straight home. The bruising on my face has bloomed and it’s so puffy.

The 5th of August.

My face is just ridiculous. It’s very pretty colours, all different shades of purple and I look like a butterfly, but it’s so puffy, I can barely keep my eyes open. It doesn’t really hurt though, thankfully.

Today was busy! I slept until about four, which is just average, then became gripped by fear as my tummy started hurting and I was cold, so I took my temperature but it was fine – I have never been so happy to see 35.8 degrees. I took some deflatine and gaviscon and lots of deep breaths, and eventually the pain went away. It was terrifying though – I really thought I was going to be going back to hospital in my pyjamas. We had the chiro at ten, and after my fall, Trine found plenty of places to crunch! So I feel a bit looser which is nice. I didn’t have to adjust my face too much when lying on my front. We went into Sutton afterwards to get some aloe vera cream for my arms, as the gel just dried me out, and we picked up Lauren, bought some soup and came home to eat that and and chat about X Factor! So that was all lots of fun, and she went to see her grandad and I went to the hygienist and dentist. I had a bit of plaque that’s been really annoying and I couldn’t get it off, but the hygienist has and it’s gone and it feels so good. The new dentist used to be a maxillo-facial doctor so he asked me loads of questions about my fall, basically concerned that I might have had a concussion but I sufficiently reassured him that I was okay. And Clair the receptionist has signed up to be a bone marrow donor because of me.

This evening I am just puffy and tired. It is hard to keep my eyes open and I need rest.

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