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The 4th of December. 

It is really easy to forget about how shitty the world is when you have got a pile of sleepy kittens to look at. 

A very weird start to the day, when trying to find out why Tim Lovejoy wasn’t on Sunday Brunch, I discovered that he has blocked me on Twitter. I’m not entirely sure what I have done to merit that, considering I don’t think I’ve ever tweeted him or even about him. Strange. 

Had both Becky and Alison round to see the kittens. One of Becky’s cats has eaten almost an entire two week supply of Penicillin, which is not ideal. High shelves are not a safe enough place to hide things. Our house is a haven of tiny kitties and Christmas spirit – I think Becky and I are probably the most festive people in the world. 

This afternoon, I finally made it back to the gym. I only did a ninety minute session, not too taxing because I haven’t been for at least two weeks so I’m definitely going to hurt tomorrow. Still, only place I have to go is to the hygienist, so it’ll be fine. 

I am now back home, having petted the kittens some more, and now Miracle on 34th Street is on. Normally I would consider it too early to be watching Christmas films but the world and his wife have got their tree up so it can’t hurt. 

The 5th of December. 

I don’t hurt as much as I expected to, which is a nice surprise. 

The kittens were absolutely ravenous this morning, but have subsequently done some tiny sicks. Well, two of them have. I have spoken to Jen to check on what they were eating and it’s the same, so obviously the move has just upskittled their stomachs. Still, that hasn’t made them any less cute; I put Pretty Kitty in my Christmas hat like a sleeping bag (I wanted to put one in a mitten but they won’t fit, ugh) and I took some super adorable photos. 

I did a couple of Cats Protection calls, trying to speak to one woman who has so far evaded me and got a call back from someone else. Right now there is only one fosterer with any cats that are available so I have to send all the forms to her. 

I only ventured out to the hygienist today. She was very taken with my festive scarf, jumper, earrings and necklace (I’m unbearable) and was very impressed with my dental health – gum score of zero again, well done me!

The 14th of November. 

The kittens do not seem too traumatised by their ordeal over the weekend. Last night we had all three of them sleeping on our laps in various combinations, bless them. 

I wrote up a blog post this morning and gave the kittens lots of attention. They’ve just been very sleepy for most of the day, which means they’ll probably be really hyper tonight.

Normally I would have gone to the gym on a Monday afternoon, but Mommy has been back and forth to Grandma’s because she’s not well, and my back is still not up to exercise. Hopefully tomorrow. I have finished my first crocheted bauble, and the holly leaves inside were a bit big, so I’ll have to use a smaller hook for the rest. 

I also finally finished The Bone Clocks. I don’t know how satisfied I was with the ending. It wasn’t ambiguous or anything (I really hate that) but it just wasn’t the outcome I would have liked. Ideally, all books should end tied up like neat little packages. 

I would like a decent sleep tonight. I am so looking forward to my general anaesthetic on Friday. 

The 15th of November. 

Ugh well today has not been good. I slept badly again for no good reason, so we did not start off well. To pass the time before getting up, I watched Frankie Boyle’s American Autopsy, and although it didn’t make the Trumpocalypse okay, it was bearable for forty minutes. And the all-female panel was a delight

This morning was acceptable – I finally put the beads/baubles on Xaver the Christmas tree and tried several things to emphasise the edge of Anton the angel’s shorts, but eventually settled on just crocheting round because nothing else was really visible. 

My back felt better so I went to the gym, but it didn’t last. I did maybe two thirds of my usual workout, I’d got to the floor, but it was suddenly just way too painful, and I had to give up. I think I might not be going back until next week, let it completely recover. 

I also made an upsetting discovery – I was checking the times for Tom and Suzi’s gig tomorrow and I discovered that it’s not tomorrow. It’s Friday. The day on which I am having vagina surgery. If it all goes well and I am done fairly early then it might be absolutely fine, so I just have to hope that it is. I will be so gutted if I cannot go because of my stupid body. 

The 6th of November. 

Tired. I got to wake up at a normal time but I had a weird night, having a Groundhog Day kind of dream but it was horrible. Happy to see daylight. 

This morning, after my blog post, I sat with the kittens all through Sunday Brunch to make sure they were okay (Ava was a bit off last night) and take some new pictures of Amy and Archie. Photos of Amy may not be entirely necessary as we now have a potential adopter coming to see her tomorrow. 

After lunch, I went upstairs to scan all the books I am getting rid of into the webuybooks.com app. Turns out they will accept a grand total of ten of my books for the princely sum of £6.01. Still no plan for the rest of them. Hmm. 

That did not take a great amount of time, so I spent the rest of my afternoon starting Anton the angel, realising I’d been using the wrong colours, unravelling it and trying again. Thankfully I hadn’t got too far. He is meant to be wearing white shorts and the different between the white and cream I use for the face is negligible. Going to have to come up with a way to make the contrast more obvious or he’ll just look naked. 
Oh god Trump cannot win. I just thought about it and felt my stomach physically plummet. 

The 7th of November. 

I was expecting to be woken up by builders this morning who are doing the roof next door, but thankfully they didn’t get the delivery of tiles until during the day. That does, however, probably mean they’ll wake me up tomorrow. 

I spent my morning finishing off Anton, so now I just need to attach some beads to Xaver and add the contrast to the outline of Anton’s shorts. Then they will be properly complete and I can take photos. They’re adorable. 

I got done just before lunch, so after I’d eaten, it was back to the gym for a shorter than usual session so I could leave at four. I was very productive though, upping most of my weights, so I’ll probably hurt tomorrow. That’s okay, the only thing I have to do is take the cats to the vet for their second jabs. 

I wanted to finish at four because at five, I had a lady coming to see Amy. She has been and gone, and I think it’s going to work out. They got along, she’s had cats like Amy before so I’m waiting confirmation but I think it’s going to be a yes. Then it’ll just be Archie!

The 2nd of November. 

Another busy morning! Not busy enough though – should have done a blog post but I forgot all about it again. I have nothing on tomorrow though so I’ll have no excuse. 

Today was endocrine clinic. I thought I might just get my book finished while we waited for Andy, but people started talking to me because they thought my transplant was recent (short hair), so then I had to do a brief explanation of the past eight years, and I just hope I didn’t scare them too much. The appointment with Andy was fine – he did check if there was a referral to the pain team about me and couldn’t see anything on the system, so he’s going to chase that up. Then we went to see the pharmacist for some drugs, and on the way out, some paramedics came in to attend to a patient who’d had a problem. A clinic full of doctors but the actual clinic doesn’t have the kit that an ambulance does.

When we got home, we had lunch while watching the series finale of Taskmaster, then Mommy went to Grandma’s and I went upstairs to look at my books and decide what to get rid of. I spent an hour and a half removing books from shelves and filling bags with the ones I’m getting rid of. Currently there are four and a half bags full of books to go and I’m not even finished. I really had to stop because I was inhaling so much dust, I was beginning to suffer. I don’t even know what I will do with them – either various charity shops or a place that will find them useful. 

This evening, I have been finishing off the crocheting of one of my Christmas chaps, Claus the candle. He’s adorable. 

The 3rd of November.

Started the day with an early phone call from Sheila. She’d had Christina (the potential adopter of Amira and Ava) on the phone asking if she could pick up the kittens this evening. I don’t know why she didn’t ring me but that’s by the by. I have now spoken with her and explained that she can’t adopt them until she’s viewed them again here with the grandchildren, so that’s going to happen tonight instead. Fingers crossed it all goes well!

I had to stay out of my bedroom all morning because Mommy was doing more dusting and vacuuming so there are particles flying about all over the place that I didn’t want to be breathing in. That was fine, it meant I could work on Xaver the Christmas tree. So far he has legs and a body. I will hold off posting any photos until I’ve made all three. 

This afternoon, I gymmed. Shoulder press is still broken, boo. I suspect it might stay that way for some time, as it usually takes a while for things to get fixed. In terms of people, I am pretty sure I saw a girl who used to be on Hollyoaks who I know is local. Not something you can really go and ask though. 

Also I’m very amused by the High Court ruling on the triggering of Article 50 today. Mainly because Brexiteers are so angry and are saying it’s “Remoaners trying to subvert the will of the people ” even though it’s just THE LAW BEING ENFORCED, and they voted for Parliamentary sovereignty and now that’s what the court has ruled in favour of, they’re upset. 

The 31st of October. 

Yes, yes, Happy Halloween. I don’t really do Halloween since it became the day I went into hospital and didn’t leave for seven months. We have a pumpkin and a bag of sweets but that is very much it. 

This morning we had to take all the kittens to the vet for their post-op checks. Amy was resolutely not getting into her carrier, no matter how many treats we tried to tempt her in with. Physically, she is fine, so we decided to leave her here while we took the kittens. We have to get her to go back for second jabs next week so hopefully she might feel better about it then. 

We saw Shaki and Jen at the vet so Mommy talked to them about Amy’s issues and I took the kittens inside. It was the one who did their first jabs so that was a nice bit of continuity, and I am happy to say they’re all fine. 

Back home, I just had time to fill in the paperwork before Shari came to pick up Alfie and Angelica. She was super excited, had barely slept bless her. She signed where she needed to, then we got the kittens into their new (very fancy) carrier and sent them on their way! I have had a text to say that she has a purring Alfie already. 

This afternoon has been more cat-sitting and Black Mirror. I have managed to stroke Amy a bit while giving her treats, but I’m not sure that’ll last. I watched Men Against Fire today, and it was mildly terrifying in its pertinence to the current climate. 

The 1st of November.

I had an unusually busy morning. We have decided that my room really needed a tidy/clean, because it is so dusty in there, it makes me really cough- every morning and evening. However, it has to be a team effort, because with my lungs and back the way they are, I cannot physically do the tidying myself. Mommy brought down a bunch of crap for me to go through that she had already dusted, and I dealt with that while she vacuumed one of my bookcases. I cleared out most of it, kept some, and felt very productive before I’d even been to the chiro!

Trine did some work on my neck and upper back, particularly on my grindy ribcage/shoulderblade situation. She basically pulled them away from each other so it no longer feels gristly which is very pleasing. 

After lunch, I went to the gym, where the only bothersome thing was that the shoulder press is out of order, but my irritance was assuaged by the fact that I got to listen to the new Regina Spektor album which has been out for a month but I was unaware. Also, while I was waiting to be picked up, I made my Christmas playlist, so I have my festive tunes immediately to hand. The jumpers will come out soon.  

The 23rd of October. 

I am full of yawns. Today has been of very little excitement. This morning, I wrote up a post, then had a FaceTime call from Christine because she had gone for a run, fallen down and split open her knee in a rather spectacular fashion. She wanted to show it to us so we could advise on how best to deal with it. Obviously her medical kit is not as extensive as ours so she couldn’t steri-strip it, so the next best thing was to make sure it was really clean, then holding it together with a strip of plaster so air could still get to it, and to keep putting ice on it. At least she wasn’t far from home when it happened. 

I then unravelled the crochet I did yesterday and started again with different wool. It was the right thing to do and I am much happier with it. I stopped so I could have lunch, and be ready for the lady to come and see Archie with her two sons at one o’clock. Except they didn’t turn up until an hour later because she apparently thought we’d agreed two. She was wrong. 

I took them in to meet him but it didn’t take long to become clear that it’s not a good fit. They want a kitten who will play with them and be boisterous, which Archie most definitely is not. Thankfully, the mother could tell that it wasn’t right, and they left after half an hour. 

Since then, I have finished remaking the thing is started yesterday, and am very pleased with the results. Being a perfectionist (in some aspects of life at least) pays off sometimes. 

The 24th of October. 

I woke up from the most complicated, bizarre dream I’ve had in a while. At the point my alarm went off, I was hiding under a desk from some aliens who wanted to transform me into something. Thankfully I never found out what. 

This morning I stuffed some parts of the thing I’ve been crocheting, then spent ages brushing them with a wire pet brush to make them look furry. My arm got really quite tired from it all. But it had the desired effect, so not a waste of time. 

After lunch, I went to the gym. I wasn’t sure if it was going to be really full or empty because it’s half term. Thankfully the latter! Got through all my routine in the order I like, and I didn’t have to do any passive-aggressive staring or anything. Vlad tried to talk to me at the end but I was not particularly communicative and he had to go to his next client. I hate it when anybody tries to strike up a conversation at the gym – I do not go there for chat. Unless you are the girl with the amazing body that I really want to befriend. 

Super excited for the My Dad Wrote A Porno finale listen-a-long tonight! Although very sad to be without Belinda and her antics again. 

The 11th of October. 

This is probably going to be a pretty short entry because I spent the majority of my day in Black Sheep. I woke up at nine after a crappy night’s sleep, had breakfast and wrote up a blog post before going to see James and Michaela at quarter to twelve. 

I sat in the chair and we had chats, but in the end we came to the conclusion that we didn’t know how it would come out at the end, we’d just try to lighten it as much as possible. I told him about Christine’s birthday and the new kittens. Then I did lots of waiting for the bleach to do its job (trying not to scratch where it itched), then the toner and the rinsing. Eventually I got to Michaela and she evened out my length so it’s nice and short again and I don’t have to add masses of product anymore. 

By the time I got home it was nearly half past three so I just had a tiny lunch. I went to say hi to the kittens and Amira actually came over to look at me, she even smelled me and didn’t run away so that’s progress!

I even fitted in some crocheting, enough to make my eyes start to hurt. Bloody tiny hook.

The 12th of October. 

God I hate this stupid back pain. The entirety of my lower back is just full of this kind of buzzing ache, I don’t know how else to describe it. I was at the chiro this morning and we talked about it and she thinks because of my history, hopefully I might get a more senior physio. Right now I’d just like an appointment! Maybe I’ll ask Dr. Thompson next week if he can see anything in the system. I can but hope!

After lunch, I went to the gym. I had plans to see someone tomorrow but now she has to work, but I didn’t expect another chance to go this week. Anyway, there I was. I got through all my machines, then did some passive-aggressive staring until a mat became free. Then some girls tried it on me but I am immovable. 

I am very pleased to be home for Bake Off tonight. I’m missing it again next week because I’m out at The Glee (and then again on the Friday). There are so few episodes left! I think I will actually cry when it finishes.