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The 8th of February.

Got to get used to these new frames. I’ve got so much more lens.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, had a bit of trouble getting it up because my iPad wouldn’t connect to the blog so I had to go on the laptop. I rang up Piccadilly to see if my glasses had arrived but they weren’t in yet, so I watched the latest How to Get Away with Murder. Poor Asher! Then I just started to crochet when I got a text saying they were in, so we hopped in the car.

Jenny fitted them up, then we went to pick up the train tickets for Monday, but the whole system was broken. Sigh.

Home, lunch, out to Black Sheep for haircut. It was getting too long and needed trimming before Monday. Michaela hadn’t got Lulu with her this time but I got to see a super tiny two week old baby that another customer had with her so I was very happy. Such small feets!

Tomorrow is speech writing. Gah.

The 9th of February.

Ugh well today has been incredibly boring, I am sorry to say.

Actually, this morning was quite exciting, because there were only 75 tickets left for Still Standing, then I got another email from Music Glue saying it had nearly sold out with only 54 seats to go! If we sell out, I think I will probably cry.

Apart from that, very dull. Shower, shaved legs (in case I end up wearing something that shows some ankle), lots of moisturising. That took about an hour, and caused rather a lot of back pain.

After lunch, I made the sudden discovery that iCloud had essentially put 30,000 photos on my phone and there isn’t space for that. I went upstairs to sort it out, and pretty much lost my afternoon to it. Hours of photo library bollocks. I’ve left it updating to the new iMac software. This is not over.

No writing got done at all.

The 31st of January.

Today has been fine, although I got a disappointing email this afternoon so now I feel quite gloomy.

I had a better sleep, thankfully, and got up when my alarm went off. I wrote up a blog post, then I got back to work on Woody. The leaves, for want of a better word, of the pine cone take ages, and I have to sit in a position that is really uncomfortable for my back while doing them which is not ideal.

After lunch, I finished the pine cone bit off, then I decided that I was going to do some exercise. It was one of my New Year’s Resolutions to start working out again, even if it was much less than before, because I can still regain some muscular strength, even if I can’t do things I’d do in the gym. So I got out my yoga mat and did some very basic stuff, mainly on the floor for about half an hour, which was enough.

Since then, I got an email from Anthony Nolan about the blog I wrote for them. They want to publish it on Friday, but have edited out a lot of the best and most important parts, because they are either “scary” or “don’t offer a shared experience” for patients reading it. I wasn’t writing it for potential patients, I wrote it to be published in the press somewhere and why will they pick it up now a massive chunk is missing? I’m aware my story isn’t very inclusive for other patients but my uniqueness is exactly why it’s so incredible. I can still put it on my blog but what’s the point when the audience is so small?

The 1st of February.

It is too cold, bleah. I had to have my extra blanket in bed last night, but I at least had a decent sleep.

This morning, I did much crochet. Simon the snowman now, and currently he has legs, a body and eyes. Very productive, but not very interesting.

After lunch, we had to go into town because it was time for my eye test. I had a long chat with the optician about what’s been going on since my last test two years ago, when I had the eye GvHD but hadn’t started any treatment. We went through all the drops in currently using, and I showed her my last letter from Dr. Barry on myhealth which was useful.

My eyes are a bit worse, as I suspected, so I’m having a new prescription and I decided to try on some new frames as well to see if there was anything I preferred to the ones I currently have. I tried on several pairs, and have chosen a green pair by Jono Hennessy, who did my previous pair, so they’ll arrive in 5-7 days. I’ll have to come up with a new logo for the blog!

The 29th of January.

Finally I had a good night. Let’s hope it continues.

This morning, I did a blog post, then got back to work on Anton the angel. His hair took pretty much until lunchtime as it involves tiny complicated stitches. Glad that’s over.

I also rang Piccadilly to book an eye test because they sent me a reminder last week. I went to the last one and she basically couldn’t read my results because the GvHD had made my vision really inconsistent, but I think it might be stable enough now for us to try again, so that’s Thursday.

After lunch, my Little Prince soundtrack was delivered (nobody bought it for my birthday or Christmas so I had to treat myself) – I had to buy the CD because the music is not digitally available anywhere! Now I have to do something I haven’t done for years and rip a CD. I bet the youth wouldn’t know what that means. Then I made the halo, wings and arms of Anton, and put him together. Three down, three to go.

The 30th of January.

I have been awake since quarter past four. Not thrilled. I don’t know why – just woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep. Now my brain is all itchy and I’m looking forward to bedtime.

I have at least been productive. My crochet magazines have come back out of hiding after Christmas and I decided it was time to digitally catalogue the patterns I wanted to keep in PDF form. I’ve been able to get rid of all my TOFT magazines, which took a couple of hours and about 30% of my phone battery. I’ll have to do a few of these sessions to get through them all.

I then got started on Woody the pine cone, and worked on him until lunchtime. I also had a delivery of a yarn swift, which is like an umbrella you can stretch a hank of wool around and it holds it taut while I use the other thing I ordered, a yarn ball winder to make it into a ball! It is so satisfying and much quicker than my previous method, which involved chairs and tables which didn’t stay still and took hours. I did five balls today in the time it took me to do one before. It was still tiring though – my heart rate went to to 135 winding the spool.

After that, I ripped The Little Prince CD to my iMac, then I made a coffee and returned to Woody while watching Blindspot. It seems somewhat nonsensical so far.

The 6th of July. 

I must have done something terrible in a past life. I am currently on my third attempt at backing up my phone after I dropped it on the bathroom floor and the screen cracked in innumerable places. It has landed there many times and finally my luck has run out. Smashed. 

Day started off okay. Hospital this morning for bloods before venoplasty. There was literally nobody in the waiting room which was very disturbing, like a horror film. Thankfully nobody had been murdered, it was just quiet. Trish gave me a stab in the elbow, then I asked about having the PICC dressing changed and the nurse who was around wasn’t signed off on that. She had to get Nicola to come and supervise, then they couldn’t find the butterfly dressing, then they found the last one in the treatment room. Thankfully we did get it done without the line coming out or being shoved too far in. Phew. 

To town! Mommy was having an eye test, and I needed to go to John Lewis because the jacket I bought last week is now on sale for £37 less than I paid, and as they are never knowingly undersold, I was after some money back. The lady on the till was fine with this, she just had to corroborate my story and was happy to put the cash back on my card. Hooray! Then I went to Piccadilly and waited for Mommy to finish her eye test. Had a chat with Jenny about frames but all the ones I looked at were wrong for me. Can’t change mine anyway, they are iconic. Mommy appeared, and Jenny got busy frame-finding. She’s so good, she knows exactly what they have and what will suit you. We settled on some soft rainbow Volte-Face ones, now the horrible wait for new specs! At least it is not me, I get so antsy. 

Got home, ate lunch, phone smashed. Since then, been at the iMac trying to back up the phone. This is my last go, then I’m going to throw myself off the roof if it doesn’t work. 

The 7th of July. 

My back is not going to thank me. I was up until past midnight trying to back up my phone to no avail, and the computer chair is not comfortable. I then spent most of my afternoon either in the wheelchair or the car, so all of that combined is probably going to mean pain tomorrow. 

When I got up, the last backup hadn’t worked, so I tried just syncing it, and I went downstairs to have breakfast and stuff, before going back to see what I could try next. However, when I returned, it had done a successful backup! I don’t really understand how, but frankly, I don’t care. 

I had my appointment at the Stormfront shop at 2.20, but when I got there, the chap said they couldn’t fix it in store; they’d have to send it off for 7-10 days. Um, no. My only option was to see if any slots had become available at other stores. Birmingham was a bust – next Friday. But Solihull had one at 3.40, so I took it and we got back in the car. 

Over at the Touchwood Centre, I checked in with one of the iPad people, then was waiting for my turn when I saw a face I recognised – it was Stuart Yeadon, who I have not seen for about ten years. I had no idea he was back in town, so when it was my turn, he came to take my phone and we had a wee catch-up. He said they could just get it done by the end of the day, so we had to go bimble until 5.45. This meant I spent money. I bought two crochet books and some pants and socks from John Lewis, a Krispy Kreme, and a jumper that was half price from French Connection. We also had a chat with Christine after her dentist appointment, and eventually it was time for us to go back. All had been fine, only the screen had been replaced, so none of the backup stress was necessary! Still, I am just happy to have it back. 

The 27th of January. 

I have a headache. Don’t know where that’s come from – I’m not dehydrated, my blood pressure isn’t high, so I’m just ignoring it. 

Today has been rather productive. This morning was a blog post and holding myself back from ringing up This Morning. They were having a discussion about people wanting to take their dogs into shops and restaurants, and nobody was making the point that those places are hard enough to get around in a wheelchair, I can only imagine the hell they would become when filed with dogs too. I mean, I love them, but I love them outside and in people’s homes. 

This afternoon: crochet and Netflix. All the giraffe legs are done now, just tail, ears and “ossicones” (horns) left, then assembly! Soon Elle, Luna, Ellie, Esmé and I will have our baby day (thankfully, having one’s own baby is not mandatory).

I got a great book from the Easts for my birthday called My Crochet Doll and it’s full of patterns for doll, then loads of outfits and accessories, even pants and socks! That is definitely going to be my next project. 

The 28th of January.

I think the headache I had last night might have been from a lot of squinting I’ve been doing. I shall elaborate later. 

I finished almost all of the pieces of the giraffe last night, I just had one ossicone left to do this morning, then I finished stuffing the feet and I put her together. Looking at her from across the room now, I might add another patch – there’s a gap that is a little large for my liking. 

After lunch, we went into town for my eye test, and to buy thank you cards. I had a lot of discussion with the optician lady about what’s been going on stuff with my eyes, with the dryness, the Lacrilube/Vitapos problem, the sudden apparent decline in my vision. She checked the health of my eyes and the old scar from the GvHD, and that all looks fine, there’s no infection, but they did seem to be really quite dry. Then, when checking my actual vision, it became clear that I’ve got real problems focusing (hence the aforementioned squinting) because the fluid levels on the front of the eye are fluctuating, which is causing issues with my ability to see shapes clearly sometimes. She’s going to write to my GP recommending some eye drops for them to prescribe, and Miss Rauz at the Eye Hospital to ask her to see me. I’ve got to try to stabilise the moisture levels, then get my eyes tested again in a few months. Oh, the issues that cancer has left me with. It’s never quite over. 

The 25th of January. 

Well, the oxygen idea didn’t work, so tonight’s plan is to add my third pillow back in because that’s also changed. Hopefully I will wake up tomorrow with a tongue that doesn’t feel like sandpaper. 

Finally got Suzi’s parcel sent off this morning, First Class, so that should arrive tomorrow. I also did a blog post and wrapped myself in a blanket because it has been freezing in my house and I cannot cope with it. 

I had an email from Superdry saying my jumper was in so after Mommy had taken Grandma to the doctor (she’s got antibiotics) and we’d had lunch, we went into town to pick it up. 

The chap in the shop actually offered to open it up for me to check the contents and it was the correct thing in the right size, so that was all very pleasing. Last week, they gave me a card that said if I spent £75, I’d get £25 off, but I couldn’t find anything else I wanted. There wasn’t anything else we needed to do in the area so we came home again! Probably one of the shortest town trips ever. 

I called Piccadilly Opticians today to book an eye test. I’m really quite concerned about what seems to be a sudden deterioration of my vision. Thursday afternoon. 

The 26th of January. 

The extra pillow worked. How weird. Sleeping propped up I breathe better? Might ask Dr. Thompson about this. 

I didn’t have a good sleep – I woke in the middle of the night having had a dream about getting a spoon stuck in my oesophagus horizontally (impossible I know but dreams aren’t logical). I had to work very hard to distract myself from thinking about it to go back to sleep. 

Today is my parents’ wedding anniversary – 36 years. I came downstairs this morning and saw Daddy’s card, which he’d only seen of when he went to write it and found it said Happy Birthday! I can understand his thinking because from the front, it could be an anniversary card. Never mind. I am waiting until he comes home to give them their card. 

I got on the scales this morning for the first time in a fortnight. I still weigh myself regularly, I can’t let go of it. I was exactly the same as two weeks ago, so my days of birthday excess have had absolutely no effect. That’s a good thing, because I’m nowhere near ready to be getting back in the gym yet – I made my own lunch today and was becoming breathless by the time I was plating up. Everything is still such an effort. 

The 8th of May.

Ooh busy day! Started with needing a hairwash before Mommy went to Grandma’s residents and relatives meeting at quarter past ten. When she came back, we went to the chiropractor to see Trine. Neither of us have really had any niggles, so we’ve extended the gap untilĀ our next visits. There were a few bits to be crunched but really nothing major.

We came home to eat lunch, then went back out to town because my new glasses were ready and the new Jeffery Deaver book came out today. We went to Piccadilly for my specs first, as it wasn’t raining too much, and Jennie fitted them up for me. They’re purple L’Wren Scott ones and I love them. Then we were off to Waterstones to buy The Skin Collector and I got The Farm by Tom Rob Smith too. I always buy books faster than I can read them. We went into Chanel in Selfridges to see Mary and get some new nail varnish (Orange Fizz), plus she gave us some pretty perfume samples because she is lovely.

Upon our return, I had a brownie, and Becky came round to see the new frames. I think she is a bit pooped from school. I could never be a teacher; stupid children infuriate me.

The 9th of May.

Ugh Jeffery Deaver is so clever and now I’ve finished The Skin Collector I’m even more annoyed that he didn’t come to Birmingham on this tour! I must have another Lincoln Rhyme ASAP.

I got up at nine because Anne-Marie was coming to flush my line at half ten, then Danny was coming at twelve. In between seeing them, I wrote up a blog post. With Danny, he had me keeping my heart rate above 140 the whole time, although it levelled out around 160. I wasn’t doing any super-sets today, just things with more reps or weights so I’m a bit knackered but there are some new exercises I can add to my routine. We also did my measurements and fat percentage which was interesting to learn. I’ve lost half a pound too so I’m pleased.

The entire rest of my day has been devoted to reading The Skin Collector. I won’t say anything about the plot but it’s safe to say that fans won’t be disappointed.

My tongue is sore. I’m going to the dental hospital on Monday to see Mrs Richards. I don’t know what she’s going to recommend but I think it’s quite likely that I’ll be getting stabbed in the tongue.

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