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The 21st of April.

Got to get this cat on the website. I sat with him all afternoon, watching episodes three to six of Riverdale, and I found lots of scabs in his fur, bless him. He’s had a really hard time on the streets. Poor kitty.

This morning I was super coughy, and I checked my bloods from yesterday, which said that my CRP is 37. Nobody has phoned me to check that I’m alright, so I’m going to stay aware of how I feel, keep an eye on my sats. They’ve been good in the daytime, and I’ve got respiratory clinic next week. We’ll see what Dr. Thompson says.

I attempted to take some photos of Sam for the website, but he is not the most photogenic of cats. I’ll have to really sell the story and emphasise just how lovely he is. He sits on my lap, occasionally runs over to his food, then scampers back for more lap time. Honestly, if he weren’t so fluffy, i would want to keep him. I just keep inhaling his fur!

The 22nd of April.

This is going to be a short one; very little to report. This morning, I was super coughy and phlegmy again. My sats are mostly alright on air, and I feel alright when I’m not doing very much, but as soon as I take a few steps on my own, I’m in trouble. I don’t know. I have a bad feeling, but maybe I’m just being pessimistic. I hope so.

I came downstairs to find activity that meant a trip was afoot. Not for me. My parents. My 92 year old second cousin twice removed (paternal side) was going to be in Alvechurch to see her son, so Mommy and Daddy were going to go over there after lunch to meet her (for the first time ever).

My afternoon was spent in the company of Sam the floof and the cast of Riverdale, via the medium of television. I’ve now watched all ten available episodes and the next one won’t come out until next Friday. Considering we’re meant to find out who the murderer is at the end of episode thirteen, .I certainly still have no idea. Everyone is a suspect.

They eventually returned just after six, then Mommy went to Grandma’s, and now she’s taken some flowers over the road for Chris and Alison’s wedding anniversary. Tomorrow I will make her rest.

The 19th of April.

So the shaved kitty is not so shaved. Only a few bits had to be done, so we actually have a rather large, incredibly floofy cat who needs a lot of grooming but he is super friendly and seems to enjoy being brushed so I’m confident that won’t be a problem. Plus he’s got zero health problems which is a bonus so hopefully we can find someone who wants an older cat!

A much less news-heavy day. This morning I had a chiro appointment, so I got my back stretched out and a few bits crunched here and there. I was much better than last time, presumably because I haven’t been having to use quite so much oxygen, so my muscles are behaving a bit more normally.

When we got back, Christine and I watched the new episodes of iZombie and Pretty Little Liars, still batshit as ever. Will we get all the answers in the next ten weeks? We can but hope. By the time it finishes, the election will be over!

Christine had to leave to get her train home, but when she got to New Street, she discovered there were no trains to Euston! She was okay though, she was allowed to get a different train to Reading, then get another one home from there.

Shaki arrived just after six with Sam the floof. He is gorgeous and I can’t bear the thought of him sleeping under a pile of leaves. People are awful.

The 20th of April.

I am covered in floof. He is lovely but I need industrial-strength sticky tape to de-fluff.

This morning I was at the QE for pre-venoplasty bloods. That was easily done – I went to haematology clinic and they bled me very quickly, then we went across the link bridge to the “new” hospital. I’d taken in the bear I made for Jenny’s baby, but she wasn’t in. Cody was though, so we went to check if she’d be there on Monday (she will), and we saw the doctors on their round. They seemed happy to see me being well, and Ben complimented me on my boots. He obviously has good taste. Then we went to ambulatory care to check what time I need to turn up on Monday. However, they couldn’t find me on their list. This was a little alarming, so I rang Tracy. We don’t know why I’m not on their list, but I definitely have a bed, I just need to arrive at twelve and it should be fine.

Dean was coming up to go to Heartlands for a pre-op, and I’d said we’d give him and Adam a lift there. We weren’t far away and it was nice to see him with neither of us feeling ghastly.

We dropped them off, then came home for lunch. Mommy then went to Grandma’s, and I watched The Magicians before going to see Sam, and I gave him a very good groom while we watched the first two episodes of Riverdale. Oh how I miss the days when my only worries were boys and girls and homework.

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 26th of March. 

Breathing is reasonably good today. At one point, my sats were 100% on air which could be deemed a miracle. At other times they’ve been like 93 but one has to take the wheat with the chaff. 

This morning, I gave Mommy her card and that biscuits I had bought her. Christine bought flowers, I bought biscuits that look like flowers. Which I will also get to enjoy. 

I wrote up a blog post, then I talked to Christine. She rang for Mommy, but she was out picking up Grandma from church so I regaled her with tales of all the things I have to put in my eyes now. There are only so many drops and ointments I can use before they start to leak out. I really don’t know how this blurriness can be fixed. Lenses aren’t going to work; this is medical. Such is life. 

We had Sunday dinner at lunchtime while we watched The Wizard of Oz, and I realised just how awful a character Dorothy is. I’ll have to see some other Judy Garland films and see if she’s actually terrible or it’s just a one-off. 

Now I am back to my usual Sunday afternoon of crocheting while sport is on in the background. The way I like it. 

Thinking of a lot of my friends today. Those who have lost their mums, those who have lost their children, those who are new mums and those who never will be. All my love to all the women in my life. 

The 27th of March. 

Not so good. Needed oxygen pretty much all day. Not ideal, but I haven’t had to go out anywhere, so not really a problem. 

Either my alarm didn’t go off, or I slept through it. Not by too much, but I still find it annoying. I hate sleeping too late because it feels like I am wasting the morning. However, I do need more sleep than usual at the moment. I wouldn’t mind but I keep having dreams about spiders that can jump and I’d really rather not. 

I have pretty much spent the whole day crocheting. I am working on a doily that has turned out to be more of a bloody tablecloth. I have just been beavering away solidly, stopping to eat and to talk to Shaki when she called to see how I am doing. I miss having kitties to pet so I’d like to start fostering again soon. 

Hope my breathing is better again tomorrow. I will probably take some oxygen to Black Sheep anyway just in case, but it would certainly be easier if I didn’t need it. 

The 26th of February. 

Happy Birthday Mommy!

I had a rather dodgy sleep, I think because of eating rich food much later than usual. Fucks up my system. 

Mommy opened her presents while I ate my toast. I gave her a teeny pot for putting herbs or a tiny plant in, and an enormous book of pictures of dogs. It’s got nowhere to live, but it amused her, which is what’s important. Besides, Tuesday is her proper present. 

She and Daddy went to pick up Grandma, while Christine finished cooking all the food and I wrote up a blog post, then twiddled my thumbs until it was time for lunch. As soon as we saw the Easts/Reames materialise with cake, we were up and opening the door. So hungry!

The afternoon has been rugby, drinking and eating. Christine, Becky, James, Jonathan and I decamped into the living room, where there was much bickering and teasing, but all in loving intent. We are essentially family.

Christine had to leave at twenty to four, so we cut the cake, but mine is still beside me, waiting for my tummy to have room for it. I’ll get there.

The 27th of February. 

Oh dear, I had another terrible night. It took me hours to fall asleep – I think on Tuesday night I might have a Zopiclone if things don’t improve. I would do it tonight, but I’d like to remember tomorrow. 

No excitement today. I rang the GP about getting some more stuff added to my repeat prescription, and left a message for Imelda, Andrew’s secretary, but she hasn’t called me back. Will try again in the morning. 

Otherwise, I have been crocheting, and Mommy and I watched the final three episodes of Case. It was not completely satisfying – I don’t see why the murderer had to get killed, instead of being put in prison, especially as they were on their way to arrest him. They’ve left it open for a second series (on a different thread) but I don’t know if we will bother.

I am very excited for Mommy’s birthday surprise tomorrow. I hope she enjoys it.

The 21st & 22nd; Birthday!

January 23, 2017 — 4 Comments

The 21st of January. 

Birthday! Had to get up super early which I didn’t love but it was for a good reason. I had a pain au chocolat for breakfast, then opened some of my presents. I got a box of macarons from Macarons & More from Grandma, a book token and a big journal from the Hudsons, a cheque from Taid, and some Moomin paraphernalia from Mommy and Daddy – a t-shirt, a notepad and pencil, and a wooden Little My that I need to assemble.

Our train to London was at 10:10, so we set off shortly after breakfast, and we were taken to the train by a woman with a very laissez-faire attitude which I did not care for. I also didn’t like being in coach A because it means I can’t really talk to the people I’m travelling with, but there was at least a fun baby who smiled at me when I made faces at her. 

We didn’t have time to wait for the Euston team to turn up, so got the chair off the train and went to get a cab to the South Bank, where we met up with Christine. We then went on a twenty minute trek in the cold to Where the Pancakes Are, but their misleading website said they would have some free tables for walk-ins, but there was nothing, so I told the woman she had ruined my birthday and left feeling very disappointed. 

Very nearby was a Caravan restaurant where they had many tasty dishes available and nice coffee, so then I was greatly cheered. I had a flat white, then smoked salmon and scrambled eggs on toast with a mimosa. Christine gave me my presents which were two Harrods cronuts (salted caramel and Speculoos and the zebra one), then Daddy had a pudding and I had more coffee. 

We got a taxi back to the South Bank because I couldn’t bear to get that cold again, then we had an hour to kill in the Royal Festival Hall before our Moomins exhibition tour. I went to the shop and bought a little stuffed Moomin and a bowl. 

The tour was lots of fun and very informative – it’s narrated by Sandi Toksvig, along with the tour guide, which was a lovely surprise, and there were lots of original illustrations and stuff that I would never have seen otherwise. I also really liked that they didn’t just gloss over the fact that she was gay and are teaching the children going on this tour that it’s okay and not something to be ashamed of. I think we need to be reminding kids that whatever they are is okay at the moment. The only bad bit was that it was not easy in the wheelchair – we actually had to collapse it and I did a lot of crouching in each room. It would be fine in a manual one with big wheels but the spaces are too small and the floor too uneven for anything else. We coped, but other people might not. The tour guide was very helpful and apologetic, and she promised to feed it back. 

Our next stop was Konditor & Cook to pick up my birthday cake, then we headed to the BFI for hot beverages and a rest before we had to go back to Euston. I had a hot chocolate, and did a lot of coughing which worried me but I think it was just because of the temperature change between there and outside. 

We saw many people who’d been to the Women’s March, which I would have loved to have gone to, but if I had, I would have definitely got ill. It was so cold today, I couldn’t have coped, even in a mass of people. Wonderful, but not sensible for me. 

When it was time, we said goodbye to Christine, then back to Euston. I got some Pom Bears and New Scientist, and when we got home, it was time for cake!

The 22nd of January. 

So tired today. I had a really bad night, not getting to sleep until past one, which is way too late for me. I got up at half past nine, put on some very warm clothes and settled in to spend my morning writing about yesterday. 

This afternoon, I was about to start writing the post I would have done yesterday, but then Alison came over with my birthday presents (more wool and flowers) and there was some catching up to do. Becky is full of lurgy so can’t come round herself, so we got all her news by proxy. It sounds like the cold Grandma’s got and I do not want either of their germs. 

We put the flowers she brought me in a vase, and I was able to finish my writing, which didn’t take long. Tomorrow won’t be so quick as there was a lot to say about my birthday. Then I got to work on otter number 2. I’ve made everything except his ears and snout, so I’ll get him finished this evening. When I’m done, it’ll be an early night. I need a big sleep. 

The 7th of January. 

Fuck I am still so tired, despite having caught up on sleep I missed at New Year. I think it’s because I’m still coughing a lot, especially in the mornings – they are awful. I would really like to feel good again soon. 

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, went on a hunt for a place for us to eat on my birthday (settled on Where the Pancakes Are, yum), then did some Cats Protection training. There was a new fosterers induction so I went through it. I did learn something so it wasn’t a waste of time. 

After lunch, I rang a potential adopter and forwarded him to the appropriate fosterer so hoping that’s a good match when he goes to see the kitty tomorrow. 

The rest of my time has been spent finishing the blanket – I just need to sew the fin to the tail and it’ll be done! Rainbow mermaid tail. It’s quite snug – only to be worn with leggings or tights. Unless it stretches. 

Tonight I will have to give the kittens lots of hugs before they go tomorrow. I will miss their stupid, pretty, rascally faces. 

The 8th of January. 

Not feeling quite so shitty today. Everything is still the same, I’ve just had a reasonable amount of sleep. Praying the postman brings me an appointment for a venogram tomorrow. Or someone calls me. Please. 

Shaki came this morning to pick up the kittens so they could go to Exeter. They were very scrabbly and did not want to go, which I took to mean that they will miss me. It meant we had to get them into the carrier very quickly, so I didn’t really get to say a proper goodbye. Probably a good thing or I might have had a cry. 

When they were gone, I had to call a potential adopter, then I finished my blanket. I’m not sure when I’ll use it, but it’s fun. 

We took Grandma to Miller and Carter for lunch because it’s her birthday tomorrow. I had scallops and then brisket, which I managed to eat quite successfully. Mash and gravy were very handy aids to mastication. 

Since getting home, I have begun making a jumper. I’m using the pattern from the last jumper I made, but with quite a lot of alterations – it’ll be shorter, have a narrower body, longer and narrower sleeves, and a smaller neckline. Just a little bit different.