Archives For Trine

The 1st of August.

Starting to warm up again. For all the complaining about the heat, I prefer being warm to cold.

I was at the chiro this morning, and Trine was amazed at the difference in my arm compared to last time she saw it three weeks ago. For some reason, a particular spot in my right shoulder blade was really tender. The only thing I can think of is that it’s still recovering after having been messed about with because I haven’t done anything that would actively cause that sort of pain.

After lunch, I went to the gym. Much better session than Monday because a) I wasn’t angry and b) it was way quieter – far fewer youths today. There was a man that smelled like cheese and onion crisps though, which was unpleasant. I know it was him because when he left my vicinity, so did the smell.

Back home, Shaki popped in to pick up the remaining cat carriers and give me the money for my phone, and a man came to look at the roof/my bedroom ceiling. It is going to be fixed!

The 2nd of August.

Well, I’ve had a nice day, apart from one thing but it was just something I learned as opposed to something that happened to me.

This morning I got my hair cut at Black Sheep, so I got an update on how Sophie and Adam’s dog Cilla is doing after her operation (good; being a rascal) and got a surprise seeing Andrew who was helping out today. Had a nice chat with Michaela while she was chopping, telling her all about my liposuction and the saga of Dolly, and she told me of her extremely busy weekend, bless her.

This afternoon, Jen came round. Haven’t seen her for ages so we had a good chinwag for an hour. She could only stay that long because she is hand-rearing a kitten because (here comes the bad thing) his mother ate the other four in the litter! I KNOW. And apparently this cat has done this twice before, as have other females in her breeding line (she is fancy) and some are just genetically predisposed to doing this? So that’s horrific.

When she left, I tried to play Rayman on the PC, but no matter what I did, it wouldn’t cooperate, so I ended up downloading a PortKit onto my iMac and running it in there! I have done the same two levels as I did downstairs, and now I have to do the dreaded Marshes of Awakening. So hard!

 

The 12th of July.

Well, the news is depressing. It is all about Trump’s visit and I would rather avoid. Bleugh.

This morning, I did a blog post, then I was at the chiro. Had to be selective about what Trine could do because I am still a bit delicate. My neck was the main problem anyway; I think it did not get on with the holiday bed.

When we got back, we changed my sleeve and took the opportunity to wash my hair. My whole arm is turning a lovely shade of yellowy-green.

After lunch, I sat with Dolly all afternoon watching NowTV. Well, I watched, she ignored me and stayed under the chair. I watched the first episode of Sharp Objects, and why Amy Adams has not won an Oscar yet is beyond me. And the girl they have cast to play her younger self is spot on. I also saw the pilot of Twin Peaks because it seemed like something I would enjoy and I thought it was of a similar kind of vibe. I am heavily into Lara Flynn Boyle’s hair. Not so much the fashion.

Got to take the dressings off tomorrow. That’s going to be a pretty picture.

The 13th of July.

Last night was the first time that the sleeve has really bothered me since I got home. I kind of had to just keep squeezing it until it stopped itching. I had all the dressings taken off today in follow up clinic, just so the wounds could all be checked and cleaned. They all look good, not really even much to clean. I have to start using this ointment three times a day which doesn’t really get absorbed by the skin, so when the sleeve goes back on, it soaks through a little which is not a desirable look.

This afternoon, I caught up with the most recent Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D (Talbot gone totally Trump), then I went to sit with Dolly and watch some more of Twin Peaks. She remained under the chair, which I think was a smart move because it is the most batshit thing I have ever seen. The scene with the dancing dwarf was really quite insane. Plus I keep having to go to imdb to work out where I know people from, like Laura Palmer is Ellie from One Tree Hill, and Shelley is Alice Cooper from Riverdale. I’m such a millenial.

The 23rd of January.

Not a huge amount of excitement to report today. After watching Surgeons last night, on which a liver transplant was performed, I had a dream that I was having another one, but it was with an epidural. I did not enjoy it.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, and decided what to crochet next. I had been doing a doily before I did the bears, so I have gone back to that. Finish that, then I’ve got an order for some Christmas chaps for a friend in Iceland so I’ll get started on that.

After lunch, I had a trip to the QE for immunology clinic. This time, I met Professor Lane, and I had to explain my history to him which was fun. When I got to the part about the accidental transplant, he said “That must be quite rare” and I said “Yes, only me” so I think he’s going to look up Mark’s paper. Anyway, having looked at my bloods and the tests Dr. Antrobus ordered, he thinks that actually I have a strong constitution and is not currently concerned about my immune system. I am just to continue avoiding germs and being a hero.

The 24th of January.

I was woken up by the rain this morning. So loud! So I got up about an hour earlier than I planned, but nevermind.

Because I was awake early, I did some crocheting after breakfast, then I had a chiro appointment at eleven. There was nothing major that I had felt, but she found enough to work on. I brought up the fact that the anaesthetist the other week had mentioned that I had a mild form of scoliosis, and she said yes, but it’s so minimal she hadn’t ever felt it necessary to treat, let alone bring up.

Mommy ended up taking a cancelled appointment after mine because she’s somehow developed tennis elbow in her left arm. That’s a mystery.

We then had a brief trip into Sutton so I could put the cheques Taid gave me for Christmas and my birthday into the bank, and buy a small mirror. I had one on the living room table that was useful for my eye drops, but when I spilled my coffee last week, it disappeared. We can’t find it anywhere, so I got a new one from Superdrug for 49p.

This afternoon, I have watched How to Get Away with Murder and crocheted. Do this doily.

The 28th of March. 

I have felt a-fucking-trocious for most of my day. High levels of oxygen have been required, and even then I have not felt so good. 

This morning I was needing 1.5-2 litres of oxygen just to sit and eat my breakfast. I finished the monster doily, then there wasn’t much morning left before we had to go out to Black Sheep. 

Obviously I took a small cylinder of oxygen with me, and I was doing alright to begin with. However, after James had put the lightener in, I had to go to the bathroom and I knew I wouldn’t get there without help. Because of the fumes and the spray etc in the air, I had to put it up to 3 litres and I was still struggling, but I didn’t want to go any higher for fear of ploughing through the cylinder. I had to text Mommy to get her to bring me a new one mid-appointment because the small ones only last 1.5-2 hours on high volumes. 

I told James off for leaving, but I forgive him because his reasons are good and Saskia will take care of me. We have nailed it with the colour – I look like a load of pixie sticks have been tipped onto my head. In a good way. Michaela is having another baby so I congratulated her, and she gave me a trim. 

I got home at about half past four, so not much has happened since then, but I’ve got the oxygen down again, thank god. I felt absolutely awful. 

The 29th of March. 

Vast improvement. I had a crappy sleep which I am putting down to low sats – when I sat up, they were 88, despite me having been on oxygen all night. However, I have got better since then.

This morning, I wrote up the blog post I should have done yesterday, we had a delivery of oxygen, then I had my rescheduled chiro appointment from last week. I was considering postponing it again, but I did not feel too terrible and my back had started protesting. 

I took the small cylinder with me, so I was able to get into all the necessary positions, which was good because pretty much all of my back had tightened up. Surprisingly, my neck didn’t need any crunching, just massaging into submission. 

Once home, we had lunch, then I updated my phone software (I know) and took a lot of selfies to document my new pretty hair. I started crocheting a new doily, and I’ve got my oxygen down to 1 litre. I wish we could work out what causes me to need it more some days and not others. Knowing me, there is probably no reason.  

The 15th of September. 

A decidedly less great day. I woke up so excited and full of beans because today was the day I was finally going to get some answers about my back, but now I just feel tired and deflated. 

This morning I wrote about yesterday, then was at the chiro again. My neck needed some serious attention, and I promised I’d let Trine know how my appointment with Mr. Harland this afternoon went. 

We went home for about forty five minutes, then back out to The Spire to finally see the surgeon and get some answers. I had a little bit of time to read my book before he called me in, but I was very ready when he did. We talked a little bit about my background, then he showed us my scan pictures (I wish I’d taken photos now) and talked us through them. It is the discs that are causing my pain – the ones at the top are okay, but as you go down my spine, they get thinner and thinner, down to about a fifth of the size they should be, and are now just a couple of millimetres thick. At the very bottom, it looks like two of the vertebrae are on their way to fusing together, and what’s left of the discs is prolapsing. He’s never seen scans of a back like mine belonging to a 25 year old. Maybe a 50 year old. Of course. And it turns out, there’s no surgery he can do to fix it. I’m being referred to the pain team and their physio, who will hopefully have a solution for the agony. Maybe pills, maybe patches, maybe steroid injections into my spine, we’ll see. I’m disappointed because I was really hoping for something more immediate. It might get better when the bones fuse, I’ll definitely get stiffer, and that’s it. No real cause – not steroids, just a case of bad genes and bad luck. I’m an unfixable disaster. 

The 16th of September. 

This is not going to be an exciting entry. I had a really bad night; awake on and off since 3am. Maybe it was the incredibly noisy weather, I don’t know. It was not good. 

I emerged from my bedroom at half past eight, and spent my morning getting my phone ready to back up so such my new one was delivered I could get started setting it up. It did not go to plan. 

Everything ran rather slowly. I only started trying to back up the current phone after lunch, and I have been sat at the computer all afternoon. The first backup, during which I watched Bad Neighbours (I give it 3 stars), failed for some reason, then the second go took the entirety of 22 Jump Street (3.5 stars) and I thought that had failed too. However, when I went to try a third time, it appeared that a backup had been made and I could finally start on the new one!

My time has not been totally wasted – I have finished the snood I’ve been working on. It’s very long and so will keep my face warm and snuggly. 

Anyway. Back to work. I suspect I will be here all evening. 

The 5th of September. 

All the sitting at the table yesterday was a very poor decision. Getting out of bed this morning was excruciating, and it has only got worse as the day’s gone on. I am supposed to be at an Old Hallfieldians meeting tonight but I can barely walk so I’ve had to email my apologies. Every movement has to be carefully considered. 

I was up early for Shaki to arrive with Rufus. He is teeny-weeny! Mainly black with some white bits on his face and feet. He has smelled my hand and not hissed, but he has resolutely stayed hiding in a box all day, only emerging to eat in secret. I keep going in to say hi and see if he wants to say hello but he just sits very still and stares at me. Sigh. 

So, not moving much means crocheting. I think I’ve finished the blanket I’ve been doing, but now I look at it, I’m not sure it’s wide enough. The chevrons make it wrinkle up, so I need to squish it under some heavy books and see how I feel then. If I need to, I can unravel it all because I haven’t cut any ends. 

I have to get up early tomorrow too because Radio WM called and want to talk about Harry Potter again. I don’t really understand why but whatever, I’m available. Quarter past seven. 

The 6th of September. 

I didn’t think it was possible but today my back has actually been worse. Like when I take a step I can feel the force of my foot on the ground shooting up into my back and it’s agonising. We finally got through to Mr. Harland’s secretary and she couldn’t even find me on a waiting list for an appointment with him. This was very disheartening news. We decided to speak to Trine and see what she thought/recommended. She really didn’t like the sound of my appointment not even existing yet, and she knows everything that’s been happening, so she’s making a referral to him privately for me today. It’s going to cost some money but honestly this is intolerable and we at least need to know what’s going to happen and he might be able to do something about the pain until the matter is resolved. Really hoping his private secretary rings very soon. 

I’ve moved very little again, just occasionally going to see Rufus. He mews a lot but doesn’t want to be stroked so I say hello and sit for a while before leaving again. Think we’ll let him out tomorrow to explore the room a bit more. 

Oh and my early radio thing was fine. I was awake because I had a terrible night – every time I turned over, I felt this violent pain in my back. I thought I’d check out these Pottermore ebooks that were mentioned yesterday and it was a good thing I did because that was the main topic. Five minutes of chat and I was done. 

The 4th of May. 

Just been playing with the kittens and the sun is out – it’s a great day. 

Woke up from a really odd dream about having seven hamsters in individual balls in a bag and I really needed to get home to let them out. I had a little bit of kitty time this morning, between writing up a blog post and going out to the hygienist. That all went very well – I am good at brushing and flossing twice a day so I have a good gum score, but I still had to have the abrasive flossing done. Shudder. 

This afternoon, I thought I might as well go to the gym because I didn’t need to supervise the kittens. Nothing upsetting happened today; people who irritate me only arrived by the time I had finished, so I had an excellent session. Christine rang while I was waiting for my lift, so I was telling her about the kittens and I think she’s a little bit jealous she isn’t here right now. She’s off to see The Maids tonight at Trafalgar Studios which ought to be good. 

When we got back, we let the kittens out for an explore and a play. Had a worry when Frieda got behind the tv cabinet and I thought she’d get stuck, but she found her way out. The path in has now been blocked up with cushions. Freddie had a wonderful time chasing his tail, and Freya was determined to get the ball. Oh, to be so free of care. 

The 5th of May. 

Well I feel better about my back and elbow but worse about some other things that I need to ring Dr. Robinson about. 

I was at the chiro this morning and I told Trine about all my aches and pains. My gristly ribs was just a misbehaving muscle so that was easy to fix, but she couldn’t do a great deal for the rest. She’s keen for me to get a bone density scan because I could have a vertebrae fracture, and she thinks my elbow feels “anatomically different” and there could be a bone spur? So I have to bring all this up with Andy on the 18th. 

This afternoon I’ve been watching Netflix and allowing the kittens to roam free around the room. They are so full of energy, running, jumping and climbing all over stuff. Lots of pretend hunting too – bushy tails galore! Eventually they wore themselves out and I had three sleepy kittens on my lap. Oh, and Freddie is another hair-eater. What is it with cats and my hair?

I’ve been waiting for two books from Amazon to arrive all day and as I started writing that sentence, they did! They said I could pay £5 extra for them to be delivered today (the hardback’s release date) or have free delivery in about ten days. I chose the free delivery, then got an email last night saying they were on their way! Feeling super smug.