Archives For Mr. Kolli

The 9th of May.

Second catch up sleep completed. I reckon I probably have one left before I am back to normal, but that won’t be tonight because I have to get up at six for ridiculously early lung function tests tomorrow.

I wrote up a blog post this morning, but I haven’t sorted out the photos and stuff so it is yet to be published. I was upstairs getting dressed when I got a text from Mommy warning me of the imminent presence of the window cleaner (she had just gone out so saw him further down the road) so I dove behind the bed to protect my dignity. Turned out that wasn’t necessary because he didn’t appear for another forty five minutes.

After lunch, I went with Mommy to pick up Grandma from lunch club at church, then after dropping her off at home, we went to the QE for my follow up with Mr. Kolli. He had a look at my lashes which look good, although the right eye will need to be checked again in a couple of months. He also checked my pressures which had gone up to 25/26 which is bad. Have to start doing steroid drops once a day and in a month he’ll check them again. Hopefully I continue to be asymptomatic, I can stop the steroids and my pressures go down. If that doesn’t happen, I’m not sure what the plan will be. My eyes explode.

The 10th of May.

Well I definitely did not have a great sleep because just as I was dropping off, I heard a dripping sound. The rain was coming through my ceiling. I had to go and wake up my parents, who did what they could (at midnight) to stem the flow. Thankfully the rain stopped and has stayed away, but it’ll still need fixing because it’s very near my head.

Then I was up at six for my lung function tests. We arrived at hospital at eight, and I saw the same girl as I did in November, and I had to get in the box again. I think my lungs have got to a level of shitness that requires a specific test that can only be done in the box. I was in there for nearly an hour because I had to do two of the tests three or four times, plus she is nice so we were chatting.

I then sat and read my book for an hour and a half while Dr. Thompson saw the patient before me (for ages). When it was finally my turn, I was in there for about ten minutes? My results are the same as six months ago, so that’s fine. We talked about him putting the kibosh on my second liver transplant and everyone saying I would die, but five years later here I am, no second transplant, no more superbugs. He was glad I am not suing them for emotional distress. As if I care; I am just glad to be here. He couldn’t believe it was 2013. Here I am, still defying the odds. Having conversations about how long my 23% will keep going for. We don’t know.

The 13th of April.

I am not sure how easy it will be, but I’m going to try to write this with only one eye. It’s tricky trying to work out when the pen is going to hit the paper because I have no depth perception.

It’s been a really boring day, I’ll warn you now. I got a blog post done this morning, then we had to be at the QE for half twelve for my eyelash appointment. I was seen by the nurse just after one, then when I saw Mr. Kolli for the bit where he draws on my face, he said that for infection control reasons, my position on the list was going to be much later, so I wasn’t going to be done until half three at the earliest.

As I hadn’t got my two o’clock tablets and I’d finished my book, we decided to come home. Had lunch and drugs, picked up a different book (The Power), went back!

Mr. Kolli was more supervisory today. I was congratulated once again on my stoicism while being stabbed in the face but it really isn’t that bad. I felt it much harder to keep my eye open this time, but the doctor seemed to cope. Three big lashes, three fine ones. Hopefully I have some left! Then my whole eye was slathered in ointment and I have a double pad on secured with tape, which I can take off at bed time. I got some free custard creams for being brave, and here we are.

The 14th of April.

I have not quite escaped the bruising this time. Slightly less experienced doctor means more injections so I have several tiny pink blobs under the eye. Getting the tape off last night was not fun at all. I am very glad we have the stickiness-dissolving wipes because otherwise we would have ripped off half my face.

I have spent my day in the house, despite the sunshine. Never mind the miniature black eye I am sporting, there’s also the thrice-daiky ointment which only adds to the shininess. Makes a gym trip not top of my priorities list.

Instead, I have crocheted the sleeves of my jumper and finished season three of Scandal. I haven’t got to the end of the second sleeve, but I should by the end of the day.

And of course Theresa May has decided to join in with starting World War 3, so I’m going to start looking for a bunker.

 

The 6th of March.

Back to the crochet habit. Might as well!

I woke up still tired, wanting to stay in bed but I forced myself up. Rosemary was coming round for lunch, so we had no trips out. I spent my morning writing up a blog post, then I started another sausage dog. This one is brown and cream, which is not a combination one sees often in them but it’s in the book and if it looks shit then I won’t give it to anyone. Rosemary did like the one I’ve already done, in black and brown, because he looks like her dog, Otto.

While she and Mommy had lunch, I watched the first episode of season five of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Absolutely batshit insane – jumped forward seventy five years into the future in space. Obviously.

This afternoon, I made the head and ears of the dog, watched some Bones, and booked Mac into the vet for his secretary vaccinations tomorrow afternoon. Got a viewing on Thursday.

The 7th of March.

Tired. Up early for hospital. Not haematology, as was also previously in the diary for today, just ophthalmology. Mr. Kolli, not Dr. Barry. Today was about rogue eyelashes. The clinic was running very late – they were missing a registrar – so I didn’t get seen until an hour after my appointment time. That was fine – I got a lot of Eat Up! by Ruby Tandoh read. I wish I could give it to my thirteen year old self and keep her from developing an eating disorder to begin with. I wish I’d be able to read that instead of Wasted.

He checked my pressures and they haven’t gone down very much, but he wants me to try to get the prednisolone eye drops down to twice a day before trying anything new. He’s going to get me booked in to do the left eye again, then do the right eye a few weeks later. It would be tricky to drive my chair if they did both at the same time.

We’d been planning on going into town to do some shopping, but by the time we got out, there wasn’t time, so we just came home for lunch.

Mommy went to Grandma’s, then when she got back, we took Mac to the vet. He was a good boy, just very chatty on the way! If only all trips there were so easy.