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The 9th of March.

This morning was infuriating, but this afternoon was rather serendipitous and enjoyable.

I was annoyed because I was waiting for a delivery of part of Mommy’s Mother’s Day present from DHL, but they don’t give you a delivery window, just say “before end of day”. This meant we couldn’t go out for me to have a look at Wyndley gym and then to get Easter eggs until they had come. I hoped it might come this morning, so we could go good afternoon, but no.

After lunch, I went upstairs to apply some face, and the doorbell rang, but it was just the postman. So I changed my delivery to a pickup point, and now I’m have to get it from a mini supermarket up the road, probably on Monday. Stupid DHL.

Then Mommy took me Wyndley so I could talk to someone about membership. I met with a young woman called Kirsty, who showed me round the facilities. Downstairs is all free weights, then upstairs is resistance machines and cardio. I climbed the stairs and they weren’t too bad, I just had to get my breath back. We were chatting and she complimented me on my hair, which brought up the leukaemia and it turned out she had ALL six years ago so then we couldn’t stop talking about all the things we had in common. I’ve got a free trial until the end of the month, an appointment with a trainer to set up a plan, and a new pal!

The 26th of February.

I found the birthday card! I had hidden it (too well, it turns out) in a Christmas bag by my window. Very pleased because it is a great card.

First thing, I gave Mommy her card and presents – a pair of embroidery scissors she’d asked for, and some afternoon tea Biscuiteers biscuits. Then, once I’d had my coffee, I went back upstairs to the computer. I put together Suzi’s sausage dog while scanning for duplicates, then marking and deleting them. The program I got to help with iCloud is no good, so I’m going to have to do it the tedious way.

I got sick to the back teeth of marking individual photos, especially when there were over 40,000 groups, and then the program crashed, so I thought fuck it. I created some rules, auto-marked and trashed them. And seeing as I’m doing the iCloud photos on a browser, I can do it downstairs on the laptop and not be in agony. I’m going to ring the GP tomorrow to find out if they’ve had this letter about steroid injections. I ought to be able to sit in a normal chair without excruciating pain.

The 27th of February.

No computer today! Well, a tiny bit, but using the laptop, not at my desk.

I had a big sleep, and this morning I did very little bar having a hairwash, petting the kitten and doing a bit of gym research. I simply don’t have the impetus to work out at home, so I need to find somewhere that I can go which is more accessible to me i.e. no stairs.

After lunch, I started working on Sara’s King Charles spaniel while catching up on some tv. I’ve made the head and body, and seen the new iZombie (how I have missed it) and last week’s How to Get Away with Murder. I am unhappy that Connor proposed to Oliver because I love them and I think this means that Connor will probably die.

I also spoke to the GP to see if they’d received the letter from Dr. Blaney’s secretary. They had not, so I rang her, but she wasn’t the. Someone from her office rang me back, and it turns out she never fucking sent it. It has been done now but fuck, she is incompetent.

 

The 22nd of February.

Today has been most boring and not particularly fruitful. Plus I am in quite a serious amount of pain. Not only have I been sitting badly at the computer all day so my back is dreadful, but I accidentally stabbed myself in the thigh with my crochet scissors which are incredibly sharp. I felt them go in and immediately screamed FUCK, then ran into my bedroom, grabbed a dressing from my drawer and stuck it on, putting as much pressure on it as possible. It hasn’t bled too much, but it’s pretty fucking sore.

So yes, at the computer. I hate to admit it but I keep being ready to clear things, then I find another job that needs doing first. That was backing up videos I’ve got of gigs that I’m not certain have been saved elsewhere and that has taken hours. I have finished season 4 of The Blacklist, and have deleted up to 2016. 2018 is the big beast – it’s where all the reborn photos live so that’s over 40,000 photos and I am not looking forward to it.

I got the money from Union Chapel! And our grand total is just over £14k! Amazing.

The 23rd of February.

Today has been half boring and half joyous. First half boring, because I was sat at the computer again. I can pretty much guarantee that is how I’ll spend my weekend too. Deleting, deleting. So tedious. I’ve got to halfway through 2017 now. Very close to the stupidly large 2018 folder that is a huge mess. Then I have to sort out what photos actually belong in this year. Ugh.

Came back downstairs for lunch, then Daddy and I went to see Black Panther! I couldn’t book the tickets beforehand because Vue have altered their system so you can’t get a carer ticket online for Gold Class. I don’t think it’s on purpose, because we could get them fine in the cinema – the website just needs fixing.

It is SO GOOD. Not just the acting, the story, the characters, but the set is fantastic, it is lit beautifully, the sound is used exquisitely, even taken away when the moment is right. It has all been thought through so carefully. I can’t imagine how it must feel for black people everywhere to see themselves and their culture represented so wonderfully. Maybe if I saw disabled actors playing characters unrelated to their impairment. Anyway. Wakanda forever.

 

The 20th of February.

Today has been very boring, but productive.

I woke up earlier than planned, which was frustrating but that at least meant I could get back to work on the computer early. Yeah, back on that.

I decided today I would back up the newer photos, the ones I’ll want to have on my phone, so if I decide to wipe it, they’re ready to put back on.

To pass the time while things got sorted and copied, I worked on the poodle. Now her arms and legs look all floofy (or as much as they can, when made of wool). I finished Altered Carbon, and then returned to The Blacklist. Did one of my minor workouts.

Also had some phone calls/emails about hospital stuff. I chased up my Andrew appointment, and he’s away for half term but I am assured it should be soon. Sorted out my next dental hospital appointment because that hadn’t come through. Going to clinic tomorrow to get some antibiotics because I am coughing up yellow phlegm of a morning and I’d rather it didn’t get worse. And finally, spoke to Dr. Blaney’s secretary, who has apparently sent a letter to the GP about steroid injections, but it only went today so we’ll see what actually happens.

The 21st of February.

Cripes. It’s been a long day, and it’ll be a long evening.

I woke up super early so we could go out at 9 to get clinic done. It was incredibly quiet, but I still got a good chunk of my book read. I saw Sridhar, and we decided that I only really go there for drugs, so let’s make it an annual visit and get the GP to dispense drugs. I didn’t get any antibiotics for my cough, but I gave them some phlegm to test so we’ll see what that says.

Waited for ages for pharmacy, then we went to Piccadilly to get my glasses adjusted as the right leg was rubbing on my ear bone and being painful. Also got a mint chocolate cronut from Medicine because it smelled too good to pass up.

Since getting back, I have been sat at the computer. I spoke to Apple on the phone, and they remotely accessed my iMac, but couldn’t understand why it’s done what it’s done. So I’ve linked everything back up to the iCloud, and am going to spend my evening manually deleting everything. Such fun!

 

The 18th of February.

I think I might have to stop wearing jeans for a while – the way they fit or do not fit is messing with my mind and making it veer off onto anorexic-esque paths that I worked so hard to learn to ignore. Some pairs fit my legs but are too large at my waist, some fit my legs but are too small for my waist, some are tight at the calf but not the thigh, and most claim to be the same size. I don’t think I will ever have a completely easy relationship with my body and food.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then made the head of the poodle. I started it last night, but wasn’t paying enough attention so I fucked it up.

After lunch, Mommy and I went round to the house of my friend Kathryn’s parents, so I could drop off the crocheted Christmas chaps I made for her and they can take them to Iceland, where she lives.

I made the poodle’s ears, then spent the rest of my afternoon watching Altered Carbon with Mac. He was being a monkey and kept going behind the television, but eventually he got tired and fell asleep on my lap. Nice and warm. Too bad there wasn’t another kitten at my feet – my toes are freezing.

The 19th of February.

The photos I deleted are back. How?! I went on to Photos this morning to move some more around, and I found the total was back at 30,000. I am so confused. I think wiping them all and starting again will be the way to go.

Apart from that, this morning I made the tail and arms of the poodle and stuffed her feet.

After lunch, I watched some more of The Blacklist, and started putting the poodle together. However, none of it looked right, so I pulled her apart, and then Becky came round for a catch up. Haven’t seen her for several weeks, so she was here a while. I introduced her to Mac and we had tea, and I heard about recent school antics and familial drama. I told her how last Monday had gone, which she was glad to hear of – she couldn’t come with school being so busy. If only half term here had been a week earlier!

I’ve managed to now get the head, ears and legs on the poodle. Got to do the arms and tail, then curly coat.

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The 14th of February.

Oh boy, what a sleep. The hotel was comfortable enough, but the pillows were dreadful (squishy as fuck), so my first night of no stress in my own bed was beautiful.

I was at the chiro this morning which was also lovely/painful after my two days in the wheelchair. My neck and shoulder were awful, so much hard squeezing and crunching. We had to pop into Sutton so I could put some money from Monday night into the Anthony Nolan account, then get some food and litter from Lee’s because Shaki was bringing us a new kitten!

His name is Mac, he’s black and white, and eleven weeks old. He was very chatty when he arrived, but has soon settled down. He’s very friendly and purry. Not going to be a problem at all, just have to wait for somebody looking for a solo kitten.

I finally got round to writing about Monday. Took a while, but I had to do it before the memory fades. Mommy got an email from Mark saying how he felt quite emotional, and what I said reminded him that what he does is worth doing. Of course it is. He is the hero of my life.

The 15th of February.

Today has been so tedious and infuriating, I am almost disinclined to tell you about it because you will not thank me.

This morning, I wrote about yesterday. Very meta – writing about writing about writing. Then I made it my purpose of the day to finally delete these sodding photos from my phone. I don’t understand why it is so difficult; something is definitely not working as it should.

To pass the time this afternoon, I have read a decent chunk of Gnomon – only about 200 pages left. I also started watching Altered Carbon. To begin with, I was very confused. I think I’ll have to watch the next one at least before I really get it.

At one point, I found myself looking out of the window and getting rather deep into my mind, thinking about being a human, such a tiny speck in an enormous universe, then I had to snap out of it because that’s not something that needs delving into on a Thursday afternoon.

The 8th of February.

Got to get used to these new frames. I’ve got so much more lens.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, had a bit of trouble getting it up because my iPad wouldn’t connect to the blog so I had to go on the laptop. I rang up Piccadilly to see if my glasses had arrived but they weren’t in yet, so I watched the latest How to Get Away with Murder. Poor Asher! Then I just started to crochet when I got a text saying they were in, so we hopped in the car.

Jenny fitted them up, then we went to pick up the train tickets for Monday, but the whole system was broken. Sigh.

Home, lunch, out to Black Sheep for haircut. It was getting too long and needed trimming before Monday. Michaela hadn’t got Lulu with her this time but I got to see a super tiny two week old baby that another customer had with her so I was very happy. Such small feets!

Tomorrow is speech writing. Gah.

The 9th of February.

Ugh well today has been incredibly boring, I am sorry to say.

Actually, this morning was quite exciting, because there were only 75 tickets left for Still Standing, then I got another email from Music Glue saying it had nearly sold out with only 54 seats to go! If we sell out, I think I will probably cry.

Apart from that, very dull. Shower, shaved legs (in case I end up wearing something that shows some ankle), lots of moisturising. That took about an hour, and caused rather a lot of back pain.

After lunch, I made the sudden discovery that iCloud had essentially put 30,000 photos on my phone and there isn’t space for that. I went upstairs to sort it out, and pretty much lost my afternoon to it. Hours of photo library bollocks. I’ve left it updating to the new iMac software. This is not over.

No writing got done at all.