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The 2nd of October. 

It is just relentless. Doesn’t stop. Don’t know what time I fell asleep. It was after Daddy got home, past one. 

Everything hurts. Both shoulders, all of my back, my ribcage. The only way I can suppress it is to lean forward, but that makes my back pain even worse. Thank god I’m seeing the pain doctor tomorrow. 

I went to St. Giles today to get a new compression garment. I met Jane, who is the one that works with Anne Dancey. She looked at a few different sizes, but actually the first one fitted. I’m not loving it – I forgot how squeezy they are. I’ve got to ring them in a few days if it’s okay and they’ll get the GP to organise a spare one for me. 

Henrietta is going today. She is not getting any happier here, so Shaki is going to take her back to the colony from whence she came. She’s well now, and has been spayed so can’t get pregnant again, so this is the best thing for her. She is not destined to be a pet.

The 3rd of October. 

My chest quietly rumbles on. If I’m not coughing, I’m burbling away. 

I think I had a slightly better night – I don’t think it took me quite so long to fall asleep. Not that it’s helped much. Still just coughing up phlegm all day long. It’s funny, the cough is so loudly phlegmy, yet people still offer me water like lack of moisture is the problem. It is quite blatantly not a dry cough. It happened while I was waiting to be called through in pain clinic this afternoon. Like I will drink the water and be like HALLELUJAH YOU HAVE CURED ME!

Speaking of pain clinic, Dr. Blaney does agree that steroid injections are the next step, as any stronger drugs are all opiates that will probably affect my breathing. However, he doesn’t want to do those until we know why my white cell count is consistently high. I get it – if we introduced infection into my spinal fluid, that would be a problem. So now we have to badger the secretary of the immunology doctor, and she’s not back until Thursday. 

The 17th of June. 

Oh dear, I feel ghastly. I seem to have rid myself of one cough to pick up another one which is worse. I didn’t sleep well because my nose was partially blocked so I had to breathe through my mouth, I kept waking up to cough…I really didn’t want to get out of bed. 

This morning, I got my blog post done, then went to let the kittens out for the first time since we brought them home yesterday. They were delighted and ran around like mad things. The food bowl was turned upside down, dried food all over the floor, just chaos. Eventually, Gabby got under the bed, so I put the other two back in the cage and just had to wait for her to emerge.

After lunch, Daddy and I went to see The Nice Guys. It is a bit ridiculous – it’s entertaining, lots of action, although I had the problem I often have when there’s shooting in films – why can’t people who are supposedly using guns a great deal such terrible shots, even when they’ve got a machine gun? It irks me greatly. Also, for any fans of very old America’s Next Top Model, Yaya from Cycle 3 is in it! She has not aged at all. 

I really want to go to bed, but it’s only quarter to eight. Maybe I’ll go upstairs after Would I Lie To You, take some Zopiclone, no dreams. 

The 18th of June. 

I am exhausted. I had two Zopiclone last night but they didn’t knock me out like they usually do; it took a lot longer than normal, but I don’t know if that was because I couldn’t get my breathing right, and everything needs to work together for the tablets to be effective. So I have the “hangover” without the benefit. 

There is no impulse to move if I don’t have to, and every three or four breaths, my chest starts rumbling and I have to shift the phlegm. Sometimes one cough will get it up, but more likely is that I’ll have to keep forcing them out until my throat clears. Then I’ll need to blow my nose and what feels like gallons of junk comes out; I don’t know where in my head it’s being stored but it just keeps coming. I’ve got decongestant and an olbas inhaler to keep my sinuses clear and carbocisteine to keep the phlegm from sticking anywhere, but other than that, I can only wait for it to bugger off when is ready. Fuck you, lung disease. 

The adoptions both went off without a hitch, everybody behaved themselves and I’ve heard that Gabby and Gabe (now Florence and Freddie) are out and pottering about, and I haven’t spoken to Eliott who took Gracie but I’m going to assume no news is good news. 

When everyone was gone, I sat and filled in paperwork and registered all the microchips, and since then, I have flooped.

The 17th of January. 

Not super-exciting day. I’m nearly back into my normal sleep pattern, I just have to fight the urge to ignore my alarm when it comes to morning. 

I watched Sunday Brunch while I did a blog post, then went through three of Mommy’s food magazines, marking the recipes I want to eat. Mainly stuff involving root vegetables, my go-to food when it’s freezing. Those and beans on toast, which I had for lunch. More snow today, proper snow this time, not just a heavy frost. 

After hairwash, I crocheted all afternoon, working in the second thing for Suzi, which I should have done by the end of tomorrow. I worried about the colour of my phlegm (delightful, I know) because it’s definitely yellow today, but I don’t feel any different. I really hope it was just a blip because I am supposed to be getting better. I cannot afford to have coloured junk coming up from my lungs now of all times! 

The 18th of January. 

I have felt kind of floopy all day. My back is painful again so that is irritating, but I have the chiro on Wednesday so Trine can fix me again then. Thank god for that woman. 

It’s been another crochet day – second project done! I’ll get a box tomorrow after my fringe trim so I can pop them in the post. I watched the last two episodes of season 2 of Pretty Little Liars while I worked, and that was very dramatic. Also dramatic was the second episode of season 3 of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D – if you watch it, you’ll know what I mean. So stressful. 

That is pretty much it, I have to say. I’ve been in a shawl all day because it’s still awfully cold, and I’m thinking hard about things I want for my birthday. Anything from the Moomin shop, coffee, baked goods, fancy wool, jelly babies, cute nail vanishes, pictures of dogs. It’s so difficult to come up with things!