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The 5th of December.

Ugh fuck I am tired and sad and stressed.

First thing I had to do was to out with Mommy to the sorting office to pick up my Christmas shoes, but that was the only good part of the day.

When we got back, I wrote up a blog post, and that took longer than it should have, which was bothersome. Then Rosemary came for lunch, so that was distracting and meant I couldn’t get on with more jobs.

I had some of the soup and cheese scone that Mommy had made, then I got on with my planned work. There are just loads of questions that keep coming up in the organisation of this event – it is a lot more complicated than I had imagined. I sent Daddy an email with some questions which he had additions to, then he got angry with me because he misunderstood my reply. I think we are friends again now though.

After that, I got my crochet out and have essentially completed one present. Two more to go. Then two other things to make. Sigh.

The 6th of December.

Mood greatly improved, despite a dodgy sleep and an early start. I woke up at three, then again at half five, after which I didn’t go back to sleep. Really hoping tonight is better.

I had haematology clinic this morning, where I met a new reg called Dr. Hussain. One of the first things he asked me was if the paper about me had been published yet, to which I didn’t know the answer. Just because I am the subject, it doesn’t mean I am kept in the loop. He didn’t have much to do for me, except my prescription, and took up the majority of my appointment. Then the pharmacists wanted to know about how my eye GvHD was treated, so I did some educating. Always teaching.

Pharmacy were going to take ages to fill my script, so we went into town to pick up two bits from Selfridges – Daddy’s Secret Santa for work and Jonathan’s birthday present. Back to the QE, picked up my drugs, home.

This afternoon, I did some crochet, and had a conversation with a chap from the venue of the event I’m organising so I could ask him the questions I’d talked to Daddy about. Once I was satisfied, I got the booking form back to him, so I should be able to announce it tomorrow!

The 21st of November.

Well I had a great start to my day, securing tickets for Sadie and I to go and see My Dad Wrote A Porno Live! Super excited for that, and we have great seats too.

I was at the chiro at 10:45, and that was surprisingly painful. The angry tendon that runs up the whole right side of my spine was very unhappy as soon as Trine touched it. Still, I am seeing Dr. Blaney tomorrow. Pray for steroid injections.

This afternoon, I planned to do a bit of looking at Christmas present ideas, but I got started on some crochet and just haven’t put it down. I’ve also been waiting for the pharmacist at Boots to ring, but they haven’t. They were supposed to be calling because my spare compression garments have arrived after waiting for two weeks, only to find the person on duty ordered the wrong thing. They have the code of the product but are apparently incompetent at using the information provided. Bad enough when the GP prescribes the wrong thing but when they have all the information and still fuck up…I don’t know. Gah.

The 22nd of November.

A slightly less productive day at hospital than I had hoped for, but that was more due to a misunderstanding on my part rather than anything that happened there. It emerged that the appointment with the anaesthetic team that had appeared on myhealth was not with the pain team, it was the one I had as part of the pre-assessment clinic. And having checked again, I don’t actually have another appointment booked in with Dr. Blaney, so we’ll be ringing his secretary tomorrow.

This did mean my visit was rather more straightforward. First I saw one nurse who did my height, weight and blood pressure. Then a sister called Kat, and we had to talk through my whole history, all my medications, what I’m allergic to, what I’m having done, and she gave me the pre-surgery checklist of things I have to do or not do in the hours preceding the procedure. I then went for bloods, but my veins didn’t want to cooperate, so I went to see the anaesthetist and drink a lot of water to pump up my veins. Had a very long conversation with him, mainly about my lung function, the pneumothorax and the pneumonia. He mentioned that my lung function is only 23% of what it ought to be, which was a surprise. I knew it was bad, but not that bad. Wow. Anyway, my lung function is not important because I’m having a regional block, which is like an epidural but it’s just one injection. I had to try to explain why I need to be examined in this situation but I’m not sure how much it made sense. That was all fine, so then I returned to the phlebotomist and she got some blood out of the side of my wrist. Then home!

 

The 15th of April.

Sweet baby Jesus my back has never hurt this much. I spiked yesterday evening and again at 1am, so I’ve had barely any sleep. My back now just hurts constantly at a fairly high level, then I get breakthrough pain when I move and sometimes when I do nothing.

I had clinic today, so we arrived at about ten, waited for three hours and was finally seen by Ram at one. I was almost in tears by this point, and nearly broke down when trying to describe the pain. I’ve got loads of Tramadol, starting on 200mg a day and if that doesn’t work, I can double it. We had to get a massive order from pharmacy, three huge bags, so I gave them my prescription and we went for lunch while we waited for an hour. I was starving.

Oh and no results from any of my tests were back yet, so we have to ring up tomorrow. Ram said depending on what the x-ray shows, I’ll probably need an MRI which I can’t currently imagine as lying flat is incredibly painful.

Getting out of the chair after five hours was no fun at all, I was incredibly stiff, and since getting home, I have just stayed in the armchair. This is just awful.

The 16th of April.

Things are better today. I had two lorazepam last night which did help – I didn’t get up until about ten. I was a bit stiff, but once I’d got the Tramadol on board, it started building up inside my system and I can walk around a bit better now. The constant ache I had its basically gone, which is a huge relief. I also haven’t spiked since 1am yesterday, so I’m hoping that continues.

Today I’ve just watched tv that I don’t need to remember (Lorazepam makes me forget what’s happened in the day after I’ve taken it) and made the last two legs for Anna’s elephant. I’ve put that on pause for the night as I’m going to make a black sheep to give to Michaela tomorrow. I’ve also been through the new Hummingbird Bakery book which arrived in the post today, and there seem to be many tasty things I want to make, like the birthday cake cookies and chocolate doberge cake.

Igor just rang to see how I am (bless him), so I told him, but none of the results are back yet and there’s no record of the urine sample being at the lab, so he wants me to go in tomorrow at half one to have more bloods done and do another urine sample. He knows I need to leave by half two.

Right, back to the black sheep!

 

The 27th of October.

Well today we washed my hair and I actually left the house!

The hairwash itself took about five minutes, but my blow-drying took rather longer than usual, as expected. It does feel much better having clean hair though. 

This afternoon we went into Sutton and I got Lena Dunham’s book and New York Cult Recipes which is full of tasty foods I want to make. I also got some wool from House of Fraser, and got a mocha from Starbucks where Carl was on and he put a heart on my cup because he’s adorable. 

Becky and James came round with the framed cross-stitch we gave them for their engagement. We also had a bit of wedding chat – tonight is guest list, such fun!

I think I’m starting to feel better. I think I’m having slightly fewer coughing fits. 

Margot died today. She was so tiny but brought so much light. She should have lived for a lot longer than two years. 

The 28th of October.

Quiet day after yesterday’s activity. The Zopiclone I took last night worked so I slept quite well. 

We were awaiting a delivery from pharmacy as they were couriering over some mouthwashes so I had to stay in all afternoon while Mommy went to Grandma ‘s to meet with the social worker. She was back long before the man arrived with them though – it was about half five when he turned up. 

I finished The Blue Nowhere! Now, do I try and get back into The Architects or try something else?

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The 23rd of October.

We have oxygen at home again. So that’s fun. Last time we had to have this, I think it was post-flu? Igor offered me a hospital bed but I declined the offer. There’s nothing they can give me so it’s best for me to be at home and have oxygen. 

The Zopiclone I had last night didn’t work, so I won’t bother tonight, and suspect I might be in for a severe lack of sleep and it’s just going to be grand. I was at hospital from nine until half four having blood, photopheresis, pharmacy and x-ray, then we went into town to get manuka honey then decided against it. 

So I’m exhausted, coughing and trying ever so hard not to say “I wish I was dead” whenever someone asks me how I am. 

The 24th of October.

Another day of feeling dreadful. The oxygen helps, and it moves stuff around, but I am so worn out. I don’t know how long I can keep this up for. 

Carol came round today and I was not much for the chat so I just coughed while she and Mommy talked and I occasionally interjected. 

I’m sorry I have literally nothing to say but I fee like shit and there is nothing else happening. 

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