Archives For food

The 4th of March. 

Another day of waiting. But I am finally on the respiratory ward. 

Crappy night. I managed to fall asleep at some point, got the pillows arranged in a way that was vaguely comfortable. Somebody took some blood, although I wasn’t entirely sure that had happened until I found the gauze stuck to my arm. I missed breakfast again and I didn’t really want to buzz someone just to ask for some bread, so I ate the Pom Bears that Mommy brought yesterday instead. 

By the time Mommy arrived, I had curled up in a ball and was having a micronap (which I suppose just shows that I’m definitely poorly because I can’t do that when I’m fine), so I sat up and we had some lunch. Sam, my nurse, came to tell me that I would definitely be going down to 516 today, but we had to wait for a man to go a nursing home so another man could take his bedspace and I could have his room. If I got down there in time, the suctioning would happen today. Hm. 

Becky came to visit, so that was a nice distraction from everything else being so rubbish, and she had bought me a great book full of pictures of pugs in clothes and making silly faces. I can look at that when I feel like I might burst into tears. 

She unfortunately did have to go home, as she and James were going up to see his parents, so after that, Mommy and I just sat and tried to kill time until it was time to move. Another doctor who I hadn’t yet met came in, asking how I felt, and I said apart from the obvious, I feel fine. Turns out that my CRP has gone up to 163 from being 58 on Thursday, so that’s quite a leap, and now I’ve been started on IV antibiotics three times a day through the cannula that’s been shoved in my left elbow, meaning that now neither of my arms are able to function. Putting my pyjamas on will be interesting. 

I was finally summoned to the new ward about half six, and now I am sitting on my bed, on a mattress that is constantly inflating and deflating different bits because it’s designed for people who are susceptible to pressure sores, but I’m just finding it irritating. Honestly I am on the edge of tears every time somebody talks to me because I am so frustrated by everything – the spontaneous pneumothorax, how stretched the system is, my stupid veins being difficult to cannulate, my right arm being off limits because it’s full of fluid (and nothing can happen with that right now), the fact that I have to take a little bucket of chest fluid and a cylinder of oxygen with me whenever I have to pee, I can’t bend my left arm because of the cannula and can’t do much with the right because it hurts the muscles around the drain…I just want my normal life back. It wasn’t ideal, but this is intolerable. 

The 5th of March. 

I am much less weepy tonight. It has been a very typical hospital Sunday in that not a great deal has happened. I was woken by the suction being attached to the drain bucket (it’s actually just a tube that attaches from the bucket to a system on the wall that continuously sucks, but if I need the bathroom I just pull it off the wall and put it back when I return), but I don’t know who did it because I kept my eye mask on the whole time. If I hadn’t, I would’ve been blinded by the light being switched on above my head so I’m so glad I have it. 

I watched Sunday Brunch, much like any other week, I was just deprived of coffee until Mommy came with lunch. She had also baked some cupcakes, which had fallen over in her bag so they are a little bit squished but still very tasty. Now I have a box of cupcakes so I’m going to have to start giving them to the staff because there’s no way I can eat them all. Plus, Gareth came to see me and brought a box of French Fancies and a bag of Maltesers! So I am overwhelmed with tasty foods. He stayed for a good few hours and we had nice distracting conversations about what’s going on in his life (incredible gossip from his sleepy Spanish town where the vet murdered his wife 😱), which was much nicer than just watching dreary Sunday afternoon tv which is what we would have probably been doing. 

The cannula in my left arm is doing surprising well. I thought the vein would have blown by now but it’s still going, which is a relief. I’ve got no idea where they’ll put another one in when it’s time to change. Not sure how long they’ll keep me on antibiotics as it’s not like I have any symptoms, they’re just going off inflammation markers. I shall talk to the doctors tomorrow – thank god we get back to weekdays and normal service can resume. 

Coughing makes the drain site hurt. Ack. 

The 2nd of February. 

It’s been a very busy day. As soon as we arrived at the QE, we bumped into John Higham from the dental hospital (there with a family member, not ill himself), and then Janet, who adopted Monica from us ages ago. She’s doing really well, climbing up onto their garage roof, yet when she was with us, she couldn’t even jump onto the windowsill. 

Andrew saw me super promptly, which was excellent. He showed me the pictures from the venogram, and it’s quite obvious that what he did should have worked. He doesn’t want to go back in immediately, which is understandable, and having looked at my arm, our first port of call is going to be a compression garment which he is trying to get organised as an emergency (it normally takes two weeks to get an appointment). I have to keep it elevated, and squeeze a stress ball a lot to encourage blood flow, and see him again in a couple of weeks, when we’ll talk about next steps if necessary. 

We were meeting Naomi for lunch, and there wasn’t time to go home and back again, so we went into town. I bought a new jumper with large sleeves to add to my current rotation and spent the book token I got for my birthday on Negroland by Margo Jefferson. 

We got to Strada first, and it was full of elderly people obviously going to something at Symphony Hall. When Naomi arrived, I gave her the bunny I made, and she was delighted. She was very interested to hear about my most recent Anthony Nolan trip and to talk about the charity – she’s learning more about how they work because she’s choreographing the new show being created about Kids Company that’ll be on at the Donmar in the Spring. Must go see it, it sounds like it’s going to be fascinating. 

I had pizza and a chocolate fondant, neither really worthy of photos but very tasty. She had to go at half two because she was seeing Love at the REP, and we came home where I have done very little except squeezed a stress ball. 

The 3rd of February.

Bleah, my cough is extra rubbish today. I can feel the gristle in my lower ribcage as the bones grind together. It’s really not very pleasant. 

This morning, I did the blog post I should have done yesterday, and I started taking some diuretics. We thought it was worth a try to get some of this fluid shifted, so today has also involved more peeing than is normal. Maybe they, along with the stress ball squeezing and arm elevation, will help the fluid. Heard nothing about the compression garment.

After lunch, Daddy and I went to see Sing. It was that or Hacksaw Ridge, and I thought I needed the light relief of singing animals. I was not prepared for the ten or so children who were there – at a two o’ clock screening on a weekday, there should not be loads of kids, no matter what the film. If they’re ill, they should be at home, if not, they should be at school. I had to shush them several times because their parents were not doing anything. 

Apart from the children, I did enjoy the film. Rosita is my favourite – I love her and her piggy power.

The 24th of December. 

I am quite the walking disaster zone. When I do walk, anyway, that is to say my feet feel like they’re covered in blisters, so putting any pressure on them is horrific. For a while this afternoon, I put them in a basin of cold water and briefly, they were soothed. The skin on my back and chest has been so itchy, I’ve been rubbing up against things like a bear, and my tongue is developing ulcers like nobody’s business. I’m doing mouthwash and spraying them with steroid but I’m not sure it’s having the desired effect. The torso rash could be explained by the antibiotics, and i finished them this afternoon, so by tomorrow evening it should have calmed down if it’s going to. If things continue though, I’ll be going back on steroids. 5mg to start with, and I’ll have to go back to hospital so we can come up with a proper plan. Just what I wanted for Christmas, the return of the desire to commit suicide. 

So I’ve done fuck all, just trying not to think about all the different forms of pain I’m feeling and focus on having a happy Christmas. Even if we all feel like shit (except Mommy, pray it stays that way), we will have a nice day. We are having the first fire and it doesn’t seem to be making my cough worse, not sure about anyone else, but hopefully we can keep them going this year. 

The 25th of December.

Merry Christmas! Mine started with being woken up by Mommy because everyone else was awake and Christine was starving. I got up as quickly as possible and padded down the stairs, wincing at every step. My feet are agonising all of the time – I think the last time they hurt this much, I was on cyclosporine. 

We had our traditional Christmas breakfast of bread, eggs, cheeses, meats, game pie, plus all of the condiments. I had a breadbun so floury, I had to be vacuumed. Covered, I was. 

Back upstairs, Christine and I opened our stockings. Mine contained some touchscreen gloves, tissues, a little Lindt bear, a Hotel Chocolat star containing chocolate snowflakes, a maze puzzle/game, Lulu Guinness vaseline and a Christmas tree brooch that should flash but doesn’t. Never mind. I put my Self-Portrait dress on with leggings, my cashmere socks and massive cardigan (to accommodate my arm) so I was working a very glam/cosy look. 

Mommy went to pick up Grandma, and when they returned, it was present time! I did not partake in the champagne drinking because that would only make my mouth worse, so everyone else had some while I distributed the presents. I hadn’t realised quite how securely I’d wrapped my presents so it took people a little while to get into them. Then again, that just made it last longer. I was given the Mrs. Christmas Pandora charm, a voucher for Wool Warehouse, a bag of Jelly Babies, some coffee beans, more Bucks Fizz marmalade, all the books I asked for (The Girls by Emma Cline, Where Am I Now? by Mara Wilson, Playthings by Alex Phelby and Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World by Haruki Murakami), a book about the art of The Little Price film, a Moomins calendar, two Essie nail varnishes, The Little Prince Moleskine diary for 2017, some thermal tops and socks, some very soft and cosy festive lounge trousers, and a mug and bowl with kitties on. Then Mommy and Christine went to finish the cooking of the dinner, and I looked at my book about The Little Prince. 

I ate my lunch rather slowly, having to chew on only one side of my mouth, but I did not finish last because I tend to have less than other people. We had a little rest, then pudding. Mommy had made me a chocolate mousse, and that was much easier to eat. 

After lunch, we decamped back into the living room, where we started the fire and I put my feet into a bowl of cold water again. I cannot describe how painful it is – like knives in my feet, all of the time. The steroid cream on its own is not working, so I’ve started back on 5mg of pred today. I’m going to get a moon face and become incredibly depressed again, but we don’t have a choice. 

We watched Christmas Bake Off, then the Easts came round for Doctor Who present swap. Becky was very pleased with her “Go away, I’m marking” mug and Toft teddy bear, and I got a ten pack of Paintbox wool, so I can make many colourful things. 

We had Doctor Who on pause for nearly an hour before getting it started, so when it was finished, they returned home to do their final lot of presents, and we settled in to watch Strictly with Christmas cake. 

It may not have been the perfect Christmas, with 3 of the 5 of us being ill (4, if you include Grandma’s general difficulties), but we are all at home and together, and that is what is most important. 

The 24th of November. 

Another early start, but I can sleep in tomorrow. To combat my tiredness, I had three coffees before lunchtime, but that means I am very yawny now. 

The food show didn’t open until ten, when normally it starts at half nine, so when we arrived, everybody was still queuing to get in. I managed to get through the crowd, avoiding the stand where they were selling show guides, and chose to instead drive up and down all the aisles and see where I wanted to purchase things from. I stopped at Fudge Kitchen, because once it gets busy they’re impossible to get to, so I bought some drinking fudge and we had a lovely chat about GameBoys and hen dos. I went round all the drinks but bought none because I don’t want vodka that tastes like toffee. Bleah. I did as I always do, buying four brownies and a corker from The Brownie Bar, and at Gower Cottage I got a brownie, plus jars of brownie and blondie butter. Very excited about them. I also got a muffin from the Merangz people (disappointing) and a BBQ pork sausage roll for lunch. There was a stand of vegan chocolates and it was nice chocolate (I tried some) so I bought some for Lauren, and then I was pretty much done! We were home by half one. 

This afternoon, I had some more CP admin to do (apparently there is not normally so much back and forth with people but I have really been thrown in at the deep end) and now I am waiting for a lady and her daughter to come and see Ava and Amira. Hoping they can get through the Boldmere Christmas Extravaganza traffic. 

The 25th of November. 

One kitten down, two to go. I’m taking the gap between adoptions to do this. 

I got to sleep in until a vastly preferable nine o’clock this morning, and I was glad I didn’t have to do any blog typing up because I had to fill in all the paperwork for this evening’s adoptions. Three lots of PetPlan forms takes time. Plus I managed to buy a couple of Black Friday sale items for Christmas. Well, one thing for a present, one thing for me. I have not been an organised as usual – need to get going. 

After lunch, Daddy and I went to see Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. It’s alright. I mean it’s very well made and all looks impressive, but the story is crap. So thin. The amount of non-white characters can be counted on one hand. I don’t know why Johnny Depp was there. How they can stretch this out into five films I have no fucking clue. 

We got home with about ten minutes to spare before Stephen came for Archie. He was very good about getting into the carrier (Archie, not Stephen) and I really think he will be happy in his new home. He will be loved a lot

I think I will be most sad to say goodbye to Ava. She is just lovely and I love her. I must not cry. 

The 16th of November. 

Today has been bookended with busyness with a nice, serene chunk in the middle. 

It began with a quick visit to Black Sheep for Michaela to trim my fringe. We had to chop off a good couple of centimetres. I feel much better about it now, but I’m waiting for a couple of weeks before cutting the rest. Would like to only have the one cut before Christmas. When I was done, Mommy and I went down into Sutton. I needed some facewipes, but they only had one type in stock so I got those. I also looked at some stationery for when I start having to keep track of lots of bits of paper for homing. I need a new crochet notebook too but all of Paperchase’s ones are wide-ruled which I hate. I miss the stationery Borders had. That was the best shop. 

This afternoon I just crocheted. Four out of six baubles done. I’m pretty much immersing myself in Christmassyness because everything else is so dreadful . 

Tonight I was back out, as there was a Cats Protection committee meeting. Now I’m going to be homing officer, I’ll have to go to them. It was not like a Hallfield meeting, which we usually manage to get through in about an hour. This one took three. I learned a lot and it was good to meet the other people with major roles. I was ready to leave by half nine though!

The 17th of November. 

Another day of the same! The night was punctuated by Daddy throwing up again – the labyrinthitis has flared up for no discernible reason. Poor Daddy. 

This morning, Mommy and I went into Birmingham. The German market has arrived so I had to go and get my pretzel (and ended up with two), plus I got my two little glass figurines to go under my tree when it goes up. I got my other facewipes, and some more moisturiser, with the bonus of a charcoal scrub mask sample thing. I do love a free sample. 

We arrived home about lunchtime, at which point I ate both my sweet and salted pretzels which have left me still incredibly full. Then this afternoon I wrote about yesterday, caught up on some tv and did a bit more crochet. I’ll take the scarf with me to hospital tomorrow because I don’t have to count stitches on that. Not going to be working on teeny tiny Christmas trees. 

Then back out for an Old Hallfieldians meeting and our AGM. The weather was appalling and turnout wasn’t great, but it was important to be there as I missed the last meeting because my back was so bad. The highlight of my evening was actually my Uber home – I had the most fun driver, Delshad. We talked about the moon, conspiracy theories, how he thinks Jeremy Corbyn is an angel. He was just a joy.

Now I have to sort out all my stuff for tomorrow. I really hope I get through problem-free. Boris (my old Latin and RE teacher) is going to say a prayer for me tonight so maybe that’ll help.  

 

The 7th of October. 

Made some progress with kittens. I have been able to pet three of them, plus Amy who is pretty amenable. Jen came this morning to pick up the cat carriers, and she was pleased to hear that I concurred with her evaluation of them. Not very sociable. 

I wrote up a blog post, and sat with the kittens a bit. Amy had to be tempted out from behind the curtains with a treat, but once out she let me give her head a scratch and even purred a bit, but she will only allow it for so long before she changes her mind. Fickle cat. 

This afternoon, Daddy and I went to see The Girl On The Train. We saw some good trailers – some for films I want to see, like The Accountant and Passengers, and some films I think look good but do not want to see because I think I will cry a lot, like The Light Between Oceans. Emily Blunt is excellent as Rachel, and although they changed the story a little bit, I think it was still true to the book. Fans will not be disappointed. 

Having got home, I’ve been able to pick up and stroke Archie, the ginger one who looks like baby Oscar. I had to, because he’d pulled apart a toy and was trying to eat a bit of string. We do not want that. Thankfully I got to him before he’d swallowed any. Bloody kittens, trying to give me a heart attack. 

The 8th of October. 

It’s been a good day. This can be determined by the fact that our cake box is full enough to keep me going for several days. 

This morning was kitten feeding (it’s a lot easier to feed this five than the last lot because they have no interest in escaping from the cage) and newspaper reading. We went out at half eleven into town to visit the new Brum Yum Yum site, essentially just to see the guys from Bake. The yard it was in isn’t great for wheelchairs, but thankfully it was quite small so I stood and walked around. The only savoury options were chips or spicy stuff, so we just bought lots of cake. I commiserated with the chaps over the death of Mr. Jones, their cat, and told them about our current lot. I bought (deep breath) a Brooklyn Blackout Cookie Sandwich, a Pumpkin Spice Oreo Brownie, an Oreogasm, a Custard Cream Blondie, a Cookie Dough Brownie, a slice of Chocolate Pumpkin Bundt Cake, and a New York Crumb Cake. We went to Paul’s to get some tasty sandwiches and brought it all home to eat. I had the crumb cake after my chicken sandwich and it was so delicious. I might have to extort the recipe from them. 

This afternoon, I’ve been in and out of the kitty room a couple of times – have picked up and stroked Archie (the ginger one), Alfie (black and white) and Amira (white with tortie bits). Ava and Angelica don’t want to be friends with me yet. 

The rest of the time, I watched The Lobster and crocheted. It’s an odd little film. One of those ones that you like but didn’t actually enjoy, if that makes sense. 

The 1st of October. 

Even more pain tonight, but for a good reason – London trip for Christine’s birthday! Had to be awake ridiculously early so we could be at New Street for 8:40. I bought a Guardian and a Pumpkin Spice latte for the train because I am so very basic, and we sped down the country to Euston. 

Christine met us there, and we got a cab to Berner’s Tavern. Had it not been pissing it down, we would have walked/wheeled. Not today. The restaurant is within The London Edition Hotel and it is niiiiice. Very fancy. We were early for our reservation, so sat in the lobby, had coffee and gave Christine her presents. Just token things because we’re giving her a voucher for a fancy cooking lesson of her choosing, so I gave her a crocheted mini manatee and whale. She is going to add them to her crochet corner at work. 

We moved through to our table, and I already knew what I was having, so while everybody else perused the menu, I just looked at all the pictures on the walls and watched the other people coming in. I was the only one who went for a sweet brunch dish – buttermilk pancakes with Nutella and bananas (no hazelnuts, I had those omitted). They were so good, but I couldn’t quite finish them. Curse my tiny stomach. I had a curly kale, apple, cucumber and lime juice to go with it, so I had some of my five a day. Plus the banana of course. Then everybody else wanted pudding, which I most definitely did not, so I had a flat white while they ate their desserts. I’m fairly certain Liam Gallagher came in while we were there – I tried to take a stealthy photo but it didn’t work out very well. 

By the time we left, the rain had stopped, so we decided not to get a cab to the theatre, where we were seeing Ian McKellen and Patrick Stewart in No Man’s Land. On the way, we happened to pass a Crosstown Doughnuts, so I went in to buy a cinnamon scroll to eat later, and while in the queue, I petted a dog called Cherub who was a chihuahua/Japanese Chin cross and I was happy as a clam. 

We arrived at the Wyndham’s just after two, so we stashed the wheelchair and found our seats. We had an excellent view, but it is an old theatre, and the seats were not good for my back. For the most part, I managed to forget about the pain, because the play was so good. I have not seen any Pinter before, so being introduced to his work by two of the world’s greatest living actors was pretty cool. Obviously it was an incredible performance from all the four actors involved (there are two younger men as well), sometimes uncomfortable, sometimes funny (and some lines taking on new meaning in current context) and overall amazing. Standing ovation at the end, and I found myself welling up for no reason that I could think of. Maybe because I just felt so lucky to be there. 

From there, we went to Picturehouse for a drink and a nibble before returning to Euston. I just had a St. Clements because I still didn’t want any food, but I did get a Mini Egg cookie to take home and eat tomorrow. We talked about the play, found that Daddy had nodded off a couple of times but not missed too much, tried to work out why the man sitting in front of us had left in the interval, and before we knew it, it was time to get a taxi back to the station. Hailing one wasn’t yielding results, so I whipped out my phone, and within five minutes we were on our way home. 

We were sat in the quiet coach on the train, but I put my earphones in anyway, and listened to a Flatshare Slamdown podcast while wishing the journey faster so I could lie down. 

So much fun, but so much pain. 

The 2nd of October.  

I don’t feel quite as awful as I thought I would, but still not great. I think I was helped by the Zopiclone I took last night, and I made no effort to get out of bed before I wanted to. I was up by ten though, I’m not an animal. 

I threw on my huge green polo neck for the first time this year, and spent what was left of the morning curled up in the armchair, writing about yesterday. Long post ahoy. I did get it finished by the end of Sunday Brunch, and to take my mind off my stiffness, I had scrambled eggs on one of my rainbow bagels for lunch, then my Mini Egg cookie. It definitely helped. 

This afternoon, Mommy took Grandma to get her hearing aids adjusted, and while I waited for her to return (so we could watch last night’s Strictly), I have just sat and crocheted. It is not super interesting to write about but I’ve made a good amount of progress and I don’t think it’ll take much longer to finish. I do look forward to being able to reveal it after Christmas. 

Going to lie down on the floor again now. I am going to be doing lots of stretching until I see the pain team.