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The 13th of December.

Not so cold today – my toes are not such blocks of ice. I am very grateful for this, it means that it is warm enough for my lungs to not seize up outside.

I was up early for the chiro at eleven, got a blog post done before we went out, and thankfully the roads and pavement around Holly Cottage were pretty clear.

My neck was really bad, I’m suspecting because of having it bent forward while crocheting, and as I’m not finished, there’s not much I can do about it. I’m getting to the end but not there yet. My back was not so terrible, for once. Grateful for small mercies.

Ann came to pick up Bertie and Molly after lunch, and that was nice and straightforward – didn’t have to chase anyone round the room and not too much mewing.

Well, not while we were still in the room. However, as soon as Biscuit was alone, sad, constant mews erupted from the kitty room, and it was unbearable. I had to go and sit with him, and we watched What Happened to Monday on Netflix. He eventually fell asleep on my lap. Finally he wants to be friends! I managed to sneak way while he slept on the other chair, and it’s still quiet. Phew.

The 14th of December.

All the kittens are gone! Thank god, the sad mews continued this morning. So forlorn, I do hope he makes friends with the dog quickly.

I made my coffee and went to sit with the moany floofer while we watched Riverdale (well, he only watched some of it). Let’s not talk about that “reveal” – what bollocks. I expect proper revelations in the second half of the season next year.

I was able to leave him when Mommy came back from round the corner, and I was going to assemble the thing I’ve been making for Daddy. Except it turned out that one element (which is repeated eight times) was the wrong size, so I had to remake them all.

Tracy came to pick Biscuit up at half twelve, and we got the forms filled in as quickly as possible so she could get him to his new home and he could meet his new friend. I haven’t heard anything, so I’m assuming everything is fine.

I made myself a salted caramel fudge hot chocolate, put Hercules on the tv and got assembling. I finished the front part, turned it over and found that half the remade parts were too small now! Remade them again. Shoot me.

The 23rd of November.

Much quieter day today.

This morning, I tried Dr. Blaney’s secretary, but she wasn’t there, and only works Monday to Thursday so I’ll have to try again next week. Sigh. Then we had an interesting time with a Zara delivery – I’d ordered a couple of dresses, and I got an email saying my Hermes delivery person had left my order in a safe place. I checked the porch but there was nothing there, and no card had been put through our letterbox.

I phoned Zara to see if they could talk to Hermes, but first we had to go through everything that had or hadn’t happened multiple times. Then he went into another system where it said my parcel was left in a blue bin, but there aren’t any in the vicinity of my house. Once the Zara chap was satisfied I didn’t have it, he emailed Hermes and will get back to me when they reply. However, it has since transpired that it was in a blue bin, just on a completely different road. It clearly wasn’t our usual Hermes man, and the substitute is a moron.

After lunch was crochet, no Riverdale because it’s Thanksgiving, so I started watching The Punisher instead. I think I need some back story; will do some Wikipedia research. And we’ve just been doing the kittens’ panacur again – they have remembered how much they hate it and my hands have suffered because of it.

Ed Gamble tonight!

The 24th of November.

I am very tired today. I wasn’t out too late at Ed Gamble, who was very good, but maybe my sleep quality wasn’t very good? Bleah.

So I actually started doing some Christmas shopping this morning. I looked at many of the Black Friday offers but there wasn’t anything that really jumped out at me. I did get some things that were cheaper than they might normally have been, but nothing ridiculous. It took me ages to find anything that I really want to give to anyone – there are lots of things to buy, but that doesn’t mean they’re good presents.

This afternoon, I was on the hunt for more wool for crocheted gifts because if I can’t find stuff to buy, I will make people things I think they will like. Once I’d got that sorted, I started on another snood, but had barely got going when Tom and Ann came to visit the kittens. It seems only reasonable as they can’t have them until Clarrie/Molly gains more weight. They didn’t stay very long, so then I got back to my snood, and Daddy came home with Christine!

Family fun time weekend!

The 19th of November.

Argh oh god the back pain. I cannot wait to see Dr. Blaney on Wednesday, hopefully he will be happy to organise a date for steroid injections and soon.

This morning was the usual – Sunday Brunch, blog post, coffee, then worked on the crochet until lunchtime. I need to start thinking about Christmas shopping, spending some time looking at what’s available.

After lunch, I went upstairs to brush up on some classic scrapes before this evening, put on my face, and take a lot of selfies while listening to Sia’s Christmas album.

Once I’d decided I’d done enough, I was back to work on Hank’s fleece. Irritatingly, I have run out of wool from the kit before he is finished, so I’m going to have to buy some more to complete his head. Maybe I’ll ask my instagram friend who works at Toft if she gets a discount on scraps.

The 20th of November.

Last night was much fun. I saw Paul and James before the show and they’ve been all over the place, must be exhausted. I know I was knackered by the time I got home. We heard about Al Porter resigning from comedy before it started and ended up having a chat about how some people are terrible. The show was hilarious – I do love a classic scrape.

This morning, we took the kittens to the vet for their first jabs. They were very screamy and scrabbly, but tolerated the injections. Carlton had to have his twice, because Katie went in his skin and out the other side. Whoops! He didn’t seem to notice, though. We will give them lots of treats tonight, especially Clarrie, because she’s 200g less than Carlton!

After bringing them home, we picked up Grandma and went into town. I went off on my own and had a lovely festive time! I got two pretzels from the German market – one salty, one with cinnamon sugar. My favourite. I bought two glass animals to go with my collection; a little grey cat and a black Scottie dog. Then I went to Paperchase to get some Christmas cards, and I had a nice chat with a girl about my glasses so I recommended Piccadilly to her. Then I went to Selfridges to see the Huda Beauty counter, and I bought a lipstick. While there, I saw a teenage girl opening the drawers, opening new lipsticks, trying them on her hand, and putting them back, which I thought was disgusting and rude. I couldn’t say anything to the staff at the time because she was right by me, but I have tweeted them and they were suitably horrified. I’m sure they will get lockable drawers quicksharp.

Then I was pretty much done, as were the others, so we came home and I have had a very restful afternoon.

The 7th of November. 

Feeling less shit today – no murdery dreams and my muscles are not so sore, so overall generally better. 

This morning, I wrote up a blog post while shouting at the Tory voices on Victoria Derbyshire. Eventually, I had to put on an episode of Bones because I was getting my blood pressure up. Then I put together the final gnome and took some photos of them all together. Now they’re sitting on the mantelpiece, having a lovely time. 

After lunch, I started work on the next Christmas project, but didn’t get much done before Ann and Tom, the couple interested in Callie and Carlton arrived. They pretty much immediately fell in love with them, as I expected. They are just too gorgeous to not adore. They’re going to change the kittens’ names to Molly and Bertie, so we’ll have to get used to calling them that. Plus they’ve given us blankets for them to get used to/put their smell on. 

After they left, I tried ringing the GP again to talk to this secretary who’s been trying to talk to me. I rang this morning, but she wasn’t available so I was told she’d ring back. When I tried again, she’d left. So then I talked to the team leader who did some investigating, but couldn’t get to the bottom of it. She’ll try again tomorrow, and maybe I’ll eventually find out what they want!

The 8th of November. 

Well, local anaesthetic in the eyelid is, much like most of the local injections I’ve had, not that bad. The only distressing local in the past was for the bronchoscopy, but that was for more psychological reasons than physical. 

Anyway. I was up just before six, because we had to be at the QE for eight. I was first on the list, which I was pleased about. I met Mr. Kolli before going into theatre, and we had a brief chat before he drew an arrow on my forehead so they didn’t do the wrong eye. Then I didn’t have to wait long for the theatre to be ready, so I put on my gown (over my clothes) and shower cap and went to lie down. 

A nurse put some music on (classical, disco, La La Land, Sinead O’Connor) and poured what felt like a gallon of two different strengths of anaesthetic drops in, with a tissue at the side to stop them escaping. Another nurse took her place, and I was given his hand to hold while Mr. Kolli injected the local into my lower eyelid. They both warned me about how awful it would be, so I was surprised to find it really wasn’t so terrible. Not that it was pleasurable, but I didn’t scream or even flinch, which he can’t remember witnessing with any previous patients. Brave Kathryn strikes again. 

Finally got round to zapping the rogue five lashes, and I didn’t feel a thing. So now they’re gone. I have antibiotic ointment to do four times a day (along with all my other drops) and I sported a very fetching eye patch until half past one. We’ll see if it has held off the bruising tomorrow. 

The 9th of November. 

This morning was arduous and long and frustrating. First was lung function. For the first time since I was at the children’s hospital, I had to get in the box (see photo below). Same tests, just different room/equipment. They took forever, it seemed, partly because I had to do one of them four times, plus she had to get some blood from me and it all just added up. Knackering. Then I saw Dr. Thompson, and he was not full of joy. The numbers are the worst he’s ever seen (for me), which is what I was expecting. We compared some x-rays from now and last year, and it is quite clear that the right lung has shrunk and the chest wall has sunk in, so I have less volume and the way I feel now is the new baseline. Great. 

Got out of there about half eleven, so just had time to get some coffee before going to see Andrew. That was a very confusing chat. It seems the lymphoscintigram actually showed that the right side works better than the left, because the lymphatic system is compensating for the rubbish venous flow. So now he wants an MRI with gadolinium so we can get a definitive picture of my anatomy. Which will require careful booking because he or a colleague will need to be there. JOY. And even when we know what is going on where, what we do is still up in the air because so many things could go wrong. Numbness, he cannot fix, but can sort out another MRI for that and refer me for nerve conduction studies. 

I don’t make any sense. 

The 5th of November. 

I hate Bonfire Night. I hate fireworks and bonfires. The brightness hurts my eyes and the smoke hurts my lungs. I hate them because I can’t enjoy them like a normal person and I am bitter about it. At least now they might stop until New Year. 

Did a blog post this morning, no great excitement there. I could hear Mommy upstairs in my bedroom, hoovering, and it made me think about all the stuff she does that I can’t and how I’ll cope if it gets to a point where she isn’t able to do those things. Hoovering, dusting, making my bed. I don’t like thinking that far ahead. But the only way for that scenario to be avoided is for one of us to not be alive and I am not a fan of that idea. In fact, I can’t bear it. Hence avoiding the future. 

Well, that was bleak. This afternoon, a lady called Tracey came with her partner to view Chester. He’s nowhere near ready to go and she knows that, but they got to meet and she could see if he was suitable. We think he will be – he’s going to be a friend for a sad dog. They left after about an hour, having provisionally agreed a date for adoption, which works for all of us because it means Christine will get to meet him too. 

The 6th of November. 

I was wrong about the fireworks. People are still doing it this evening, presumably because they are awful. Bah. And I woke up in a weird mood because I had the same dream about being a serial killer three times from different perspectives. 

So I’m tired. Physically, mentally. My muscles hurt from getting up from sitting on the floor with the kittens so every time I stand up I groan. Most of my day has been spent working on the last gnome, the biggest one. All his parts are now finished, so I’ll assemble him tomorrow. 

I had to ring the GP because they’d called on Friday about a letter from the dental hospital. When I did, the receptionist said it was a secretary who’d phoned but she doesn’t work on Mondays so I have to ring back tomorrow. Why a random secretary from the GP is ringing, I don’t know. 

I’m really not looking forward to my lung function tests on Thursday. I know the results are going to be shit and I really don’t feel like hearing for definite that the pneumonia and collapsed lung have resulted in permanent damage. 

 

 

The 3rd of November. 

I keep waking up earlier than I want to. So I put the radio on and the Today programme infiltrates my dreams, it’s rather irritating. 

This morning was routine blog post, chat with kittens, then back to Christmas gnome. Finished off the cuffs on the arms, then Mommy had made cinnabons so I iced them and we had lunch. After we’d given the kittens theirs, the buns had cooled down sufficiently for me to have one. Oh man, they are my favourite. 

Once I had finished and licked all the icing off my fingers, it was time to do the final pieces of the gnome. Rather large hat, nose and beard. Few more episodes of The Blacklist down. And I had a couple of phone calls – one from the QE, checking that I was still going next week to get my eyelashes done, and from St. Giles, because I’d rung them with another sleeve query. The sleeve on the prescription is not the one on the box, but we have solved the mystery and that’s all fine. 

The 4th of November. 

Well today I had to get up early and my alarm woke me up, such is life. Up, breakfast, coffee. Picked up a bunch of tote bags to put any shopping I might do in, and we went out when Becky and Alison arrived. Christmas Crafts ahoy!

I split off from the others, because we have different interests and it’s easier for me to go around on my own in the wheelchair. I had a bimble up and down the rows of stalls, growing frustrated because I couldn’t find what I was looking for. Eventually, I had to buy a show guide for a map. So then I found Toft and had a nice chat with the girl there, and I bought a kit to make Hank the Dorset Down Sheep. Then I bought some heavily discounted merino wool to make some socks, and went in search of some stuff to make a necklace. I have a crocheted patch to use as a pendant but it was impossible to locate what I needed. Will have to go to Hobbycraft or something. 

I met back up with Mommy, Becky and Alison, and we went to look at the fancy cakes. Some of them were incredible, like this dog wearing a raincoat. But after a while, the smell of sugar in the air was giving me a headache, and it was time to go. 

When we got back, Becky came in to meet the kittens. She could not deal with their tiny size. Got a lady coming to see Chester tomorrow!

The 1st of November. 

I am living in a limbo state and I hate it. Just waiting for it to be next Thursday when I see Andrew. I’m just trying to find ways to fill each day so they don’t feel so wasted. The thing is, I don’t think I’m going to be able to mentally move out of this state until my arm is fixed. And I’m beginning to absorb the thought that most of my Christmas jumpers will be staying in the wardrobe because they just won’t fit. 

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, after saying good morning to the kittens. We’ve finally been able to flea-spray them today so I have mainly stroked them through the bars. 

After lunch, it was binge-watching The Blacklist and crochet. I finished and assembled my first gnome, the smallest one. I have now started the middle one, and I am very much looking forward to seeing them together when they’re all done. 

I hate all this waiting. Fuuuuck.

The 2nd of November. 

Today has not gone entirely as planned, but not in a bad way. 

I called Black Sheep yesterday to arrange a hair change, and Saskia had a cancellation at one o’clock today, which I said no to because the boiler man was coming and we weren’t sure what time he would be done. However, he’d been and gone by the time I got up, so I called to see if the appointment was still available. It was, so that was my afternoon sorted. 

I bade the kittens a good morning, getting them all out for individual cuddles – we can actually let them run around tomorrow which will be interesting. Might have to construct a small fence. Thursday is Riverdale day, so I watched that while I worked on the second gnome’s body. 

Had lunch a bit early (so I am starving now) and got down to Black Sheep for one. Annoyingly, I had just missed seeing baby Lulu, but I’m sure I’ll get another chance!

I thought we were just going to do the bleach before doing my Christmas hair in a separate appointment. But we did the whole thing today! So, I am now a coppery-gingery tone all over. There are panels that were meant to be gold but in a toning error they’ve come out dark, so I’m going back to get those corrected next week.