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The 17th of August.

I am really not into this weather. It is unacceptably cold for August.

This morning, I wrote up two blog posts, covering my crocheted dress, trip to Wales and anniversary yesterday. I’ve received so much positive feedback about the piece I posted, I’ve been really quite overwhelmed. I’m not going to start churning stuff out immediately, but if the words strike me then I might do some more.

After lunch, I braved the chilly wind to go to the gym. It was really quiet today, barely any youths or children so I was pleased. I got to listen to the new Death Cab album in its entirety and I love it. Thank you Ben Gibbard for continuing to be excellent.

The 18th of August.

This is going to be pretty short and pretty boring. I must have slept badly because I fell back to sleep after my alarm went off, and I’ve been tired all day.

Another thing that’s been going on all day is that my left eye has been acutely painful. It’s bloodshot, despite me liberally pouring Thealoz in like there’s no tomorrow. All I’ve been able to do is sit in relative darkness, listen to episodes of House and occasionally do some crochet. I’ve put some prednisolone drops in and I’m trying to believe they’ve helped so it won’t hurt all evening too.

That’s all. I really hope tomorrow it is fixed.

 

The 15th of August.

Such a long day of travelling and oh my back hurts so much.

Off to Wales to see Taid! Set off just after nine, and I spent the whole journey listening to the Hidden Figures soundtrack and reading The Beautiful Cure. When we arrived, Taid was wearing a very jazzy orange shirt. Apparently he has two more in the same pattern! He is full of surprises. Anyway, we let him finish getting ready, then we went to a pub for lunch (not the one in Conwy so no dogs).

It was quite a nice place, and I ordered a “light bite” of fishcakes which ended up being incredibly filling, so what a full meal might have been I dread to think. It was good though! No complaints from me. That might have been different if I’d had a coffee like the others – they came with squirty cream instead of milk and was apparently disgusting.

When we got back to his house, Mommy and Daddy did his washing up, and I made a space in the living room amongst the piles of post so I could sit and do the puzzles in the Telegraph.

We were on our way back in good time for once, so we got home about seven. I love my comfortable chair.

The 16th of August.

Today is the 11th anniversary of my cancer diagnosis. It’s been a good day.

I was up early again because I had clinic with Andrew. I wasn’t sure how he was going to react to my arm because last time I saw him, he said he didn’t think I should have lipo. Thankfully, he was delighted! I think he is just happy that I am fixed. He’s still confused, but he said I made his day so I’ll take that.

Went into town for anniversary treats. I got a new lipstick from Huda Beauty, a cruller from Krispy Kreme, and The One Who Wrote Destiny by Nikesh Shukla from Waterstones. While we were in there, we saw Mr. Tobin from Hallfield! That was a lovely surprise. He doesn’t age, I swear.

This afternoon, I have had a lovely time starting a baby blanket and watching House. I even got some early strokes in with Dolly! She doesn’t usually allow that until the evening. I’ve also been getting lots of nice comments on a poem I have written about this day. I can’t remember the last time I wrote anything vaguely resembling poetry so I wasn’t sure how it would be received by it seems that people like it!

We are having venison for tea. Happy.

The 28th of May.

Today did not go entirely as planned but nevermind.

I got up and dressed for the gym, because I planned on going there this afternoon, after the chiro this morning. My neck was not as bad as last time, and my back needed a few crunches, but overall not terrible. On the way back, we were going to drive through the Wyndley car park to check there wasn’t any standing water that might affect my wheelchair (their crèche is out of action so I’m assuming they had some water problems). Anyway, we realised there was no point, because my chair is still in Daddy’s car.

So! My afternoon has been based around the cats. I rang Lydon’s to book the kittens in for their first jabs, then I spent some time giving Dolly Dreamies and stroking her. Then I gave them a break and went to watch Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D and crochet more of the cardigan. Nearly at the end of the body rectangle. Back to the cats, I watched a couple of episodes of Bates Motel (getting more annoyed at CF girl but trying to ignore her), then more Dreamies and petting. I think I might have got a tiny, tiny purr. I’m counting it as a victory.

The 29th of May.

The two halves of my day could not have been more different.

Started off quiet, after a bit of a lie in because my back was hurting in bed last night, so it took longer than usual to get to sleep. Not in the usual place, higher up, in between my shoulder blades. I hope that’s not a new thing I’m going to have to deal with.

Went to the gym straight after lunch, because I had to be back in time to get the kittens to the vet at half past four. My session didn’t begin brilliantly, with me discovering upon going to pair my phone with my headphones that my phone was no longer in my pocket. It must have slid out of my hoodie as I drove from the car to the door, and because I was concentrating on my umbrella protecting me, I didn’t notice. Idiot. As soon as I realised, I was back out of the gym, and on my way back outside when I saw a girl coming in, holding what looked like my phone. I sped towards her, calling out “DIDYOUJUSTFINDTHATOUTSIDE?” and she had. I almost grabbed it from her, checked it actually was mine, then thanked her profusely before going back to start my workout, my heart rate already high from stress.

The weather seemed to be keeping the youths that are on half term at home, or at least not in the gym, so I was able to do what I wanted without them getting in my way as I thought they might. Actually, the worst person in the gym today was the old guy leaving his sweat on all the machines. That was pleasant. And I did much better than last time, when everything was a struggle. I think it was the weather. Too warm to breathe.

I got home about half three, in plenty of time to sort the kittens out. In the period between getting home and going out again, I found out that a writer I really like, Yrsa Daley-Ward, was coming to Birmingham tonight to do a reading from her new book and talk about her work. There were still tickets available, so I got myself one and made sure somebody could take me and pick me up. Suddenly my evening was looking up!

Getting the kittens into the carrier was incredibly easy – just grabbed them and chucked them in. They didn’t enjoy the trip – lots of tiny mews and arms through the holes in the door. But they were very good, no scratching and they didn’t even flinch when the vet injected them!

When we got home, I gave all of them Dreamies, and did a bit more stroking of Dolly, although I think she is getting wise to my tactics. Then I got changed, ate an omelette, and was back out, on my way to Impact Hub.

Not only was Yrsa extraordinary and lovely, I also made friends with a woman called Israel, who works in the same place as Daddy and she somehow guessed, out of all the men that work there, which one he is, despite having no clues and me looking nothing like him. Amazing.

I need to find more things like this to go to, to meet new people. When I saw it was happening, I hummed and hawed and nearly made an excuse not to bother, but I’m really glad I went.