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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 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 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 9th of November. 

I am so having a lie-in tomorrow morning. I’ve got nowhere to be so sleeping is what I shall be doing. I am having to up my caffeine intake to get me through the day which should not be necessary. 

This morning’s appointment was the hygienist. Same as usual, I am good, I brush and floss twice a day. It is always painful when oral people are trying to get instruments into my mouth because it is small and thanks to GvHD, my lips are scarred and don’t really stretch. I don’t say anything because there’s nothing to be done about it, I just liberally apply lipbalm when it’s over. 

Once home, I wrote up two blog posts, and this afternoon I have been mainly crocheting. I have two Christmas present projects that I’d like to get done so I’ve started on one of those. Christine phoned Mommy just as I was finishing the bit I was working on, so then I went to watch the finale of season seven of Dexter with the kittens, and the start of season eight. I had to remove Neve from my lap so I could leave to come and do my mouthwash and writing, but I am sure she was happy to go and watch the fireworks at the window.

The 10th of November. 

Such a better night. I still feel like shit in the morning because I’m moving all the crap in my lungs that’s settled overnight, but it does eventually wear off. I crocheted all morning, and I’ve realised I’m using a hook that’s 1mm bigger than the one stated in the pattern, but I don’t think I could use that size with the wool I’m using, so I may have to get some more wool. We’ll see. 

After lunch, we went into town so I could return one of the dresses I got from Oasis the other week. I also got some stuffing from House of Fraser (for toys, not food) and some Fiona Cairns cakes from Selfridges. On the way home we stopped at the garage where we pick up the kitten food, and we actually met the lady whose house it is, and her cat, Humbug. She was fun, I’m sure we’ll get along famously, and Humbug let me give him a fuss. 

When we got back, I went to see our kittens, and they gave me lots of snuggles. I would like to have them with a human but none of those are interested in me. 

The 19th of May.

I think I’ve had a productive day. Basically crocheting a lot. The weather has been awful – this is not May weather, I find it unacceptable and would like it to be warm now please. This time last year while we were in Lyme, I was able to wear short sleeved tops and skirts! Today, I’m still wearing a thermal barrier vest and a jumper.

I started work on Donna’s duck, had lunch, got part-way through the body, then Mommy went to see Grandma. While she was there, I went and shaved my legs as despite it not being particularly warm, I will still have to wear skirts on Thursday and Friday because I’ve got photopheresis then.

Afterwards, I finished off the duck, so now I can start on a mini Frank for Theo. I’m adapting a pattern for that, so I’m just hoping it works. I think it should; it’s not too complicated.

Mommy’s voice seems to have made a slight improvement today – she’s not had to whisper quite as much. I had a killer headache for much of the day – we took my blood pressure and it was 170 over 114, which is somewhat high! I need to talk to someone about a new BP drug, just one that doesn’t massively inflate my feet. 

The 20th of May.

Ergh I feel kind of shit and am really not looking forward to my early start tomorrow. I didn’t sleep brilliantly, had weird dreams about it being my birthday and having a party where a bunch of people had been hired to be my “friends”, and to make me like them, they wore loads of socks, and none of my actual friends were invited.

I had the hygienist at 10:50, and it wasn’t much fun. My teeth are all fine, but I have wear on some of my gums (I guess I brushed too vigorously?) and the huge GvHD ulcer on the inside of my right cheek. So a lot of it was really sensitive and I was glad when it was over.

This afternoon, I was supposed to have liver clinic, but shortly after we’d left, I had a phone call saying Dr. Ferguson wasn’t there, so I asked them to reschedule as there isn’t much point in me seeing anyone else. I could’ve then gone to the gym, but it seemed neither my mind nor my body were up for it, so instead I’ve been curled up, crocheting, and hoping the ab muscle I’ve pulled stops hurting soon.

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The 4th of November. 

Well I slept until half nine, but I was awake in the night and I couldn’t get back to sleep until I put the electric blanket on ’cause I was so cold. 

Today I basically crocheted all day, working on the current scarf, taking breaks only for lunch, blog updates and a quick trip to Sutton to go to Boots, M&S, WHSmith and Starbucks (peppermint mocha yaaay). 

That is all I have done today really – I painted my nails this morning? It’s not been a particularly exciting day, in terms of activity. I went through Olive and Delicious magazines, marking all the recipes I want to eat. Christmas food magazines are the best. 

The 5th of November. 

Today has been non-stop! We had our flu jabs at quarter past eleven, but we didn’t get called in until quarter to twelve. That would’ve been fine but I had the hygienist at ten past twelve. I hate the waiting room at the GP; it’s disgusting and I breathed through my scarf. Don’t touch anything. We got to the hygienist on time (just) and she was very pleased with my teeth and gums, so there was minimal abrasive flossing. 

From there, we went straight to town where the Bullring car park was really busy, but then the Starbucks in Selfridges was very empty! Which was a good thing. I got a steak and gorgonzola panini and a honey and almond hot chocolate which was covered in chocolate whipped cream and gold glitter! Jo arrived after a stressful meeting, but calmed down with a triple cheese toaster. She has been having some super fun times (not), bless her. She had to be back at work for half two, so she left and Elle, Ben and baby Luna arrived! Oh she is so cute and tiny. Three weeks old tomorrow. She was very sleepy, just happy in my arms for a few hours. She got a bit squirmy but then had some food and was better, apart from a tiny bit of sticking. When Mommy came to pick me up, she had a little cuddle too. I want her to get fatter! Need to squidge. 

Traffic home was not great, then we had tea, then Becky came to collect her snood and just general chat. She’s got her knee surgery on Friday and I was trying to explain what it’s like to get put under anaesthetic. I really enjoy it, but I’m not sure that’s the same for everyone! I just like knowing I’m going to have a nice sleep. Cosy. 

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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