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The 4th of February. 

I do not like diuretics one bit. So much peeing. If this makes no difference to my arm in a couple of days I will be rather annoyed. More annoyed, I should say. I’d really like to wear jumpers that aren’t massive and coats that are actually warm. Sigh. 

Blog post this morning during Saturday Kitchen, then I had to be at Lyn’s house at twelve for another Cats Protection meeting. Part of it involved going down her garden, so I stayed in the house and made friends with her big black kitty. Very soft and floofy but also moulty, like Oscar was. 

It wasn’t a long one, but I was still quite hungry for my lunch when we got back. Then this afternoon, we have made Nigella’s quadruple chocolate loaf cake. It is a behemoth. 

Today is World Cancer Day, and I’ve been wearing my Anthony Nolan Unity Band. I can’t quite believe this year is ten years since I was diagnosed. I don’t know what I expected my life to be at this point – I suppose I thought I’d be fine, or dead. Certainly not this weird, in-between state, constantly breaking down in ever more creative ways. Sure, I’d like to be fine, but I don’t want to give up the good things in my life for that and I think I’d have to. I’m willing to pay this price. 

The 5th of February. 

If it’s not one thing it’s another. The arm is still exactly the same, and my back is really bad – the right side of my lower ribcage is super stiff, so deep breaths are a problem, standing and walking are even worse than usual. God I wish the bloody pain team would just give me an appointment so I could get a drug that works and doesn’t make me sick, unbearably itchy or incapable of breathing. 

Day largely spent in front of the television – Sunday Brunch and rugby, while I crocheted a sock. It’s just a practise, not going to be wearable, but if it works then I can do it again properly. 

This evening, I’ve been out at The Glee to see David O’Doherty. I planned on using the lift as my breathing is still worse than usual, but then I was told to ask inside the venue and they’d take me to it. Unfortunately, that kind of defeats the purpose because to get to the lift, I’d have to leave again to walk to the back door where the lift is, which makes me breathless anyway. So I climbed the stairs, and was taken to my seat which of course was as far from the door as possible. At this point, I was out of breath to the point where it scares me. I just have to sit and wait for it to get back to normal. 

The show was great, just what was required. Denise from Cats Protection was there with her husband and we were saying that we really needed some relief from the awful world. He definitely was that.

The 11th of February.

4mg of steroid! In three weeks, I should be totally off them. Ahh I’m so impatient but I must be sensible. The Zopiclone gave me a decent enough sleep – I didn’t properly wake up until about eight so that was really nice.

I decided to spend my day with my feet up on a stool to try and alleviate any excess edema, plus I’ve been taking diuretics today, so we’ll see how it goes. I took a picture of my feet this morning, and I’ll take another tonight and compare.

So it hasn’t been the most exciting of days. It snowed this morning which was surprising and I’m sure great fun for anybody outside. I was glad not to have to go out.

I had an inspection of my jumper drawer because I was having trouble opening it and I thought there might be something stuck underneath it. Eventually, after taking everything out of the drawer, I removed the drawer itself, and discovered the problem. The bottom of the drawer has fallen out. So that’s Daddy’s job for this weekend.

Need to think about what I want for tea tomorrow night before nil by mouth on Thursday!

The 12th of February.

Today did not start well. I was having my coffee, watching some delightful specimens on Jeremy Kyle, when I heard “GET OUT OF HERE YOU HORRIBLE CAT WARGGHHHH” coming from the kitchen/garden area, so I went to investigate. It was Mommy, who was coaxing Oscar into the house because the little black and white bastard had attacked him. He’d gouged a hole in Oscar’s head that was bleeding quite a lot, and his feet were bleeding. He drank some cat milk and Mommy rang the vet, who said to take him round so they could check him over. He had a shot of antibiotics, steroids and painkillers so he’s okay. We just had to be extra nice to him. Mommy initially thought he was dead when she found them because he’d just given up and was lying on the ground, not fighting back at all. Poor kitty.

This afternoon I’ve had my feet up again. The diuretics definitely worked because my feet are back to normal size again. I still might bring it up at clinic. Oh, and just to be helpful, my body has decided to start doing the fake-after-extra-period thing. Grand.

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