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The 19th of December.

Oh lord I am so tired. I got home about half eleven last night (the gig was much fun), and it took me hours to fall asleep, then I woke up several times so the sleep I did have was not of good quality. I am going to have Zopiclone tonight. Stupid lack of sleep.

So I have been really sleepy all day. I did a blog post this morning, and rummaged through my back up hard drives to find the original photos that were taken during my first stem cell transplant. Ten years ago today, I had my first cells from Christine. All the versions of the photos on my phone were rubbish quality, and I knew there had to be a better one somewhere.

Once I’d found it, I spent a lot of my afternoon trying to compose a tweet to send out to promote Still Standing. It took a stupidly long time for something so insignificant. I’ll probably do the same again on Thursday. Maybe I’ll be better at it then because my brain won’t be mush from not sleeping.

I can’t wait to go to bed.

The 20th of December.

Zopiclone worked. Nice big sleep, thankfully. I could not have coped with the wrapping pain if I was exhausted.

This morning I brought all the presents downstairs and wrote all my Christmas cards. Tidied up the living room table so we can fit food on there. Not much else for me to do until after lunch, really!

Mommy went out to Grandma’s then to pick up Christine from the station. I took everything into the dining room, made myself a peppermint chocolate drinking fudge, put The Polar Express on and it was wrapping time! I thought it would be best if I wrapped everything in the paper first, then did the ribbon on them all after, otherwise I might not have been done by the time Mommy and Christine got back. My paper was stupid and didn’t want to stick together, so I was glad I’d bought string as well as ribbon. Maybe next year I will not do glitter paper.

When The Polar Express finished, I watched a funny little film on Netflix called Pottersville. It was quite amusing, kept me entertained while I covered everything in glitter.

Now I am finished and my back is excruciating but I am done. It was worth it.

The 17th of December.

I woke up at half past three. So the steroids go “Oh, you’re going to use drugs to help yourself sleep? Then we’ll just wake you evenĀ earlier!” Pricks.

This morning Daddy started talking to me about a book (normal volume, didn’t say the title) and how he didn’t think it was out in the UK yet, and I asked what it was called so I could look it up, then Mommy came in and I was still talking about Amazon and this book, then only when she left did he tell me it was meant to be for her! So I absorbed some wrath even though I was thinking WELL IF IT’S A GIFT MAYBE WHISPER OR GIVE ME SOME SORT OF CLUE.

Anyway. We went into Sutton to run a couple of errands before going to the chiro, where Trine worked on the bits that I’d been expecting her to find. Then we went to Starbucks where I was served by blast from the past Carl Atterbury, so that was a delightful surprise, before going to Bad Apple to get my hair cut. I’ve had my fringe and layers softened but it’s still pretty similar. I just needed something less angular so when my face gets round it’s not quite as obvious.

This afternoon, I ate a corker (a brownie baked inside a cookie, invented by The Brownie Bar) while watching The Biggest Loser in a very schadenfreude-esque way. Then I made a hot chocolate in my new Christmas mug, gathered up my stuff, grabbed The Polar Express from the DVD collection, and went to do my very best Bryony (the wrapping elf from Arthur Christmas) impression. I sat on the floor of the gift wrapping room (which is what we’ve re-christened Grandma’s old room, and by having one we’re basically Richard and Emily Gilmore) for six hours, just wrapping and watching the film/subsequent tv.

I did have a break for dinner (fishcakes – I’m coping with food much better now, thank goodness), but went straight back to finish. At quarter to ten, I’d done all the paper and tags, and decided that was enough. My back was killing me, and my bony bum wasn’t thrilled.

Tomorrow I will finish wrapping (ribbon) and write my Christmas cards. Work out what I’m going to watch on tv over the festive period. And try on the six potential Christmas dresses I got today.

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The 18th of December.

Twenty past three. This is going to be such fun. I got up at seven and got a hug from Mommy because that is all she can do. Lorazepam isn’t an option for a while as there are no days I can afford to lose, so methinks I’ll be drinking a lot of coffee.

I had endocrine clinic at 10:15, so we went and got coffee and a paper, only about two pages of which I managed to read before Andy Toogood called me in! I do like that he runs to time. Waiting for Nick was what took ages! There were lots of complicated prescriptions, apparently.

We came straight home and after lunch, I finally chose my Christmas dress (after trying on all six that were hanging up)! I am glad that saga is over. Then I went back to the gift-wrapping room to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas and attach ribbons and tags. But disaster! I’ve run out of ribbon! Have panic-ordered twelve more metres. I have ten presents left to do! So when that happened, I got up from the floor onto a chair and wrote my Christmas cards.

This evening I wrote a blog about the anniversaries I have coming up, and I gave Mommy and Daddy their Christmas cards. And the star is on our tree! So we are nearly ready.

Must finish wrapping.