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The 13th of August. 

I love Zopiclone. I had some last night and for once it actually worked; it wasn’t hours before I fell asleep, and I stayed asleep all night long. Curiously, I remember one of my dreams, which I don’t normally when I have drugs – we smeared Grandma’s head in jelly to make her warm. 

So I slept in, which was delightful, and after breakfast, I wrote up a blog post. And now we know we saw the last race Usain Bolt won. Even if it was a heat. And Mommy is extra glad she’s got tickets to see Mo next weekend at the Alexander Stadium. 

This afternoon, I needed to get away from the horrors of life (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, you’re not paying enough attention), so I went upstairs, and I listened to James Acaster being interviewed by Richard Herring at Edinburgh which made me laugh so much, I can’t wait to see him again this autumn. Then I went to watch the final episode of Orphan Black with Betty, which made me do a small cry, but it was for happy reasons, not sad. 

I have felt much less terrible today. Less tired, less pain, less burping. All round improvement. 

The 14th of August. 

Normal sleep service has resumed, it seems. No drugs last night. Suddenly realised this morning that Becky and James’ wedding anniversary is tomorrow and we hadn’t got them cards. So, after Mommy had been to do the food shop that didn’t happen at the weekend, we went into Sutton to get some. While there, I bought some lip balms because mine is about to run out, and some nail varnish remover, then we got cards. 

Back home, we had lunch, then Becky and Jamie appeared with gifts to say thank you for feeding their cats while they’ve been away. Jamie should have been on his way back to Strasbourg, but he missed all his trains. He should be on his plane now, if everything this afternoon went to plan. We can but hope. 

Since then I have been crocheting a tiny teddy with the remaining pretty baby wool. I’ve actually finally had a good idea for what to give Pete and Sophie for their twins, and after talking to her this morning, I have a very up to date idea for when they’re likely to be born, so I don’t need to rush. 

The 24th of July.

Feel much better today. Bloody rosé. I will stick with the Pinot Grigio from now on. 

It’s been a very quiet day. It will be rather a quiet week, as it stands, because my diary has nothing in it at all. 

I woke up from a dream in which I was Cerys Matthews from Catatonia and I was rehearsing with Tom Jones. As you do. I spent the morning writing up the weekend, and registering the adopted kittens’ microchips now I finally know what they’re all going to be called. 

After lunch, had a hairwash (would’ve done it yesterday but other things got in the way) and realised I need a trim. Michaela’s baby has just arrived, so she won’t be able to do it, so I’ll have to see if Danyl can fit me in. Sides and front getting a bit long. Then I went to see the kitties, although they were really only interested in sleeping this afternoon, so I watched some more Orphan Black instead. I suspect over the coming week, I’ll get up to date. 

I spoke to the lymphoedema clinic who have not had my referral. I then spoke up Philippa, and it turns out James hasn’t sent it yet, so she’s going to badger him for me. Sigh. 

The 25th of July. 

Well I’m fully up to date with Orphan Black, so I’ll have to find a new way to fill my time. Perhaps I will actually read some of the books I have been recently buying. 

This morning, I got busy on the crochet, and by lunchtime I had made the dungarees of the minion. Well, most of them – they need a back. Still, it is progressing. I had to make my own lunch and even just making a sandwich, I was reminded how awful my back is. It is agony to stand, to support my own weight. I need to give the pregablin another go before I can say to the doctors that it doesn’t work/the side effects are intolerable. 

This afternoon, I sat with the floofs and watched Orphan Black. Bree was chasing flies again, so I didn’t get to do much petting. Still no interest in either of them and I can’t understand why! Both so lovely, who doesn’t want a pretty cat?

The 22nd of July. 

Writing this on Sunday morning because I was not exactly in a fit state last night. 

This morning, after breakfast and coffee, I had a lot of typing to do – two long blog posts done. When I have to write very long ones, I use the laptop, but it’s not good for my wrists. My body is so broken. 

I had some lunch, then got myself ready to go to Becky’s for her birthday barbecue. When I arrived, I was presented with a glass of rosé and took a spot in the garden, under the gazebo. It wasn’t super warm, but it was at least not raining. All of the usual gang were there – Chris, Alison, Jamie, Lorna (and her boyfriend Will), Micky and Stuart, Michael and Barbara. Other people were going to come and go as the day went on. 

We managed to soldier through the first shower, but after about 5 o’clock, it was getting a bit chilly and we decamped into the living room. I sat next to Luna, one of the cats, so I always had someone to talk to. We played Cards Against Humanity, which I have not done before, but I won three black cards so I was pleased with myself. 

By the time I had started my third wine, it had got to about half past nine, and I was quite sozzled. Decided it was time to go home – I needed carbs and water, and if I’d stayed, I would have continued to drink and things could have ended rather messily. 

The 23rd of July. 

Hmm well rosé does not agree with me. The last time I had it was at Jill’s when I also had Four Loko and some kind of apple shots so the hangover could have been attributed to any of those. Today I haven’t been hungover, but I’ve had really unpleasant heartburn since last night. Had some Rennies today but it still isn’t 100% gone. Ugh. 

I had a nice morning watching ol’ Nish on Sunday Brunch, writing about yesterday and trying to ignore Rita Ora. I don’t know why, I just find her incredibly irksome. Grandma didn’t go to church, so she came to us for lunch, which we actually had at lunchtime, not mid-afternoon. 

Afterwards, I went upstairs for an hour or so to have a lie down and stretch of my stomach, give it a bit of a rest, while I listened to some podcasts. I came back down to say bye to Christine, and crocheted some more of the minion while the cricket was on. Then I went to see the floofs, and watched one episode of Orphan Black. I’ve got two episodes left of season 4, then I’ll actually be on the current series. 

Grandma has gone home, and I’m starting to think about some tea. More carbs, I think. 

The 16th of July. 

I’m not feeling quite so terrible today. I slept until half past nine which is a lie-in to me, and spent my morning enjoying Joe on Sunday Brunch and writing up a blog post. Back on schedule for at least one entry. 

After lunch, I had a hairwash, then tried on a bunch of clothes. I cannot find something in my wardrobe that goes with the shirt I got – if I put it with a skirt, I look like a teacher (and not in a good way), and the only item that it worked with was some pink shorts. If I were going to be able to stand up while I talk to people on Tuesday that would be fine, but I can’t do that and breathe. However, when I sit down in the shorts, they become really too short to be appropriate. So tomorrow after liver clinic, shopping we will go. 

I have been to pet the kitties, and I made Bree purr! The only times she has purred have been when she is feeding from Betty, but this afternoon, Betty was not near her, and I stroked her into submission. I am the best at cats. 

The 17th of July. 

Last early start for a few days. This morning we had to leave the house at 8 to get to liver clinic at 9. Got there only just in time, but still before the doctors! Still, James didn’t exactly have chance to start running late, and there was only one chap ahead of me. We had a chat about my recent stays in, and he was delighted to say that while I was incapable of breathing, my liver coped extremely well! Good work, liver. He was also happy to do my referral to the lymphoedema clinic, and he is good at doing things, so hopefully they contact me relatively soon. 

When we were finished, we went to town to find some trousers to go with my shirt for tomorrow. Incredibly, the first pair I tried on were right! I tried on a few more, just to make sure, but they weren’t as good, so we were done pretty quickly and were home by lunchtime!

This afternoon, I watched two episodes of Nashville, only crying in one, then I went to sit with the kitties and watch Orphan Black. There was a fly in the room which they found greatly interesting, so much so that Bree chased it into the window. Stupid kitty. 

The 10th of July. 

One more day. Will have to find some activity to pass the time tomorrow while I count down the hours. I think a lot of crochet. 

Better sleep. This morning I wrote up a blog post (back on track, although Wednesday’s will be late), and I spoke to Nicola about the bloods. She rang the labs to ask about the biochemistry, and they denied all knowledge of it. Hmph. She said I could come into clinic this afternoon to have them done again, so after lunch, off we went. 

Arrived at the hospital just before two. Neil sent me down to the nurses who had the form, and I got stabbed again. That vein is going to stop cooperating. Anyway, the biochemistry has now been sent off again and if the labs disagree, they will get a telling off. 

I think we were back out within ten minutes of entering the car park, so after getting home, Mommy went back out to Grandma’s. I did some Cats Protection adoption admin while listening to the new My Dad Wrote A Porno, then it was Orphan Black and floof time. Bree sat on me for maybe a whole minute which sounds like nothing, but that’s the longest ever and I didn’t have to try to keep her there. She goes on the website tomorrow. I am prepared for the deluge of potential adopters. 

The 11th of July. 

Crocheted the day away. Up, breakfast, coffee, blah. Got out the doily I have been working on for the past few weeks. Most of the day has been WimbledonB and crochet. Just after twelve, we went to M&S to buy some flowers for me to give to Emelda (Andrew’s secretary) and got a pretzel and cinnamon swirl for lunch because why not?

This afternoon, back on the crochet with one eye on the tennis. I planned to go and sit with the kitties, but pretty much as soon as I sat down, Betty did a poo, so I left again. They smell absolutely awful; I cannot be in the room with one. So, back in the living room, I watched the last two episodes of season 3 of Orphan Black. It’s so easy to get through when there are only 10 episodes per season. 

I don’t know how much I’ll sleep tonight. The biochemistry hasn’t shown up on myhealth which is annoying/concerning. They can bleed me in the morning if necessary but ugh. I just want this to be over. I want to not have to wear oversized clothes or be able to make dents in my spongy tissue or feel my veins being squeezed. I want to feel like me again. 

One nice thing happened: a girl I went to Guides with sent me a message to say she has signed up to be a stem cell donor because of me. One more. 

The 8th of July.

Oh I have had such a nice day. This morning was kind of soft and quiet; pootled about in my pyjamas, had my coffee, petted the floofs (Bree is getting better at tolerating it), then went back upstairs to get dressed for coffee and cake with Vicky this afternoon. 

She was actually early (really she had no excuse to be late because 200° is pretty much next door to where she lives) so when I got there, she had already got a cosy table. I had vouchers for free coffees so I got us both nitros and a slice of chocolate and banana loaf, then she purchased a sandwich which had peaches in but was apparently enjoyable!

We just had a lovely couple of hours, eating and talking about all the things – the saga of my arm, Glastonbury, HER ENGAGEMENT 😍, my lack of love life (she is going to do some matchmaking), Pride, politics. I do love her. If cancer has given me anything, it is some really fucking great friends. 

Since getting home, I have done much writing about yesterday and today. Tomorrow morning will involve lots of typing. 

The 9th of July. 

Just counting down the days until Wednesday. Please, please work. 

I slept really badly, for no apparent reason. Spent my morning doing the blog posts that were due with Sunday Brunch on in the background. Had lunch late because Mommy and Daddy were emptying Sadie’s garage of all of Christine’s crap, then spent an hour in my bedroom with a  podcast, checking my new jumper fit (it does). 

Back downstairs, we had to shut the cats in the bathroom while a mattress got added to their setup, and they did not like that, so then I sat with them (once they had been set free) and watched some Orphan Black. Halfway through season 3 now. No Wimbledon today; Anniversary games instead. Mommy has been shouting at the tv. 

Got to ring a CNS in the morning because not all the bloods that needed to be done haven’t been, so I suspect I’ll need to go back to clinic so they have all the information on Wednesday. I remember Neil saying what tests I needed and they had all the forms so I suspect the labs have fucked up.

 

The 28th of June. 

I am very confused. I checked myhealth this morning, and it said that I had a venoplasty date! The 19th of July. However my later on this morning, while I was watching the Pretty Little Liars finale (which I will get to in a minute), I got a phone call from Andrew’s secretary to let me know that I had a date and it was on the 12th! And she said that Tracey would ring and I’d get a letter, so I’ll just see what they say and if there’s a discrepancy, we’ll have to ring again. Either way, I have a date! Finally. 

So, Pretty Little Liars. First of all, I don’t know why we needed all the gratuitous sex scenes. Waste of time. Also, we didn’t need any of the scenes in the school with the new teenagers. Do not care. Then, mid-way through, when we had the Spencer’s twin reveal, I was quite pissed off. And TroianBellisario ‘s English accent was absolutely atrocious. She is such a good actress, it is bizarre that she thought that was a good choice. Apparently it is based on people from TOWIE/the fact that her character would have grown up on the streets, but that only makes sense if she was hanging out with the Artful Dodger and Fagin. So I was annoyed for a little while, but then I just thought “You know, this show is so ridiculous and stupid, why did I expect it to actually tie anything up?” so I stopped caring and just enjoyed the silliness. 

This afternoon, I wrote up a blog post, then I watched the iZombie finale (less shocking but I’m very interested in seeing where the next season goes) and another Orphan Black. Also my we’ve booked tickets to go and see Committee, the musical about Kids Company that Naomi has been developing. Really looking forward to seeing that!

The 29th of June. 

It’s definitely the 12th. I checked myhealth this morning and now it says the 12th too. So no phone call or letter but hey ho, we’ll go with it. Less than two weeks away. I will be counting down the days. 

I can’t really remember what I did this morning. I got annoyed with the repeated interviews on Victoria Derbyshire, so I went to sit with the kittens, and I suppose I just wasted a lot of time with them. They let me stroke them when they’re comfortable on the floor. Still not fans of being picked up though. 

This afternoon, I had a hairwash and listened to today’s My Dad Wrote A Porno Footnotes featuring Mara Wilson, and responded to Christine’s texts while she watched Pretty Little Liar. I tried not to give anything away in my replies. Then I went back to the kitty room where I watched the last three episodes of season 1 of Orphan Black. On to season 2!

It is too cold for June. I am absolutely freezing in my jeans and a jumper. Extra blanket tonight I think.