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The 4th of September. 

Keeping busy. I had a reasonable sleep, thank god, and today I’ve just been trying to keep my mind concentrating on different things. 

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, and rang up Lydon’s to book the kittens in for their first vaccs. Mommy stood on Harvey’s foot last night and was worried that she’d hurt him, but he was running around and putting weight on it soon after, so I wasn’t massively concerned. And of course, I’ve started up another doily. 

After lunch, it was time to go to the vet. We weren’t going to try to take Henrietta, seeing as I can’t touch her and Mommy is only vaguely tolerated. Packed the two kittens into a carrier and off we went. They were more stressed by the experience than I expected, not even wanting treats when they were on the table. They both are pretty much heavy enough to be neutered, but their balls are too small so we’ll leave that a while. Got some decongestant powder for Henrietta and tablets for the kittens so that’ll be joyous to try to administer. 

Since we got back, I’ve booked a trip to London. An installation has been put up in Paternoster Square of the names of blood cancer patients to make blood cancer visible as part of blood cancer awareness month. It’s only on until the 30th so I’ve had to book a special trip!

The 5th of September. 

I got a message from Adam this morning, telling me to put Victoria Derbyshire on. I assumed there was just going to be a piece about Dean, as I knew she had spoken to him via Twitter. I was beautifully surprised to see Adam, Drew (Dean’s brother) and Josh (Dean’s friend and the co-founder of HISKIND) sitting on the sofa, ready to tell the viewing population about him. And they were so brilliant. Adam spoke so movingly, and was able to not fall apart. And people sent in really lovely comments about him – even in a short segment, it was obvious what an incredible guy he was. He will be loved forever. 

This afternoon, I’ve been crocheting and catching up on Nashville. Also we tried giving the kittens the worming tablets which didn’t really work, so we smushed them up and put them in their food, and put the decongestant powder in Henrietta’s, which she gobbled up. Hopefully she’ll start breathing a bit more quietly. Bless her. 

Haematology clinic in the morning. Good. I need more eye drops. My left eye has been bad for a week, and doing the dexamethasone drops twice a day isn’t enough. Back up to three, need more drops. 

The 2nd of July. 

Opposite of the past couple of days. So quiet. I almost went back to sleep when my alarm went off, but I forced myself out of bed. When making my coffee, I think I could have made it pretty again, but I ran out of space in the cup. Try again tomorrow. I wrote up a blog post while watching Sunday Brunch, then I went through a couple of Mommy’s food magazines, marking the recipes I want to eat. One of them was mainly full of Italian dishes, e.g. pasta and tomatoes, so that was essentially thrown away. Not for me. 

This afternoon, I resisted the urge to nap after lunch, then went to sit with the kittens and watch Orphan Black. Remembered that they need to starve before their chipping and neutering tomorrow, but they keep trying to feed from Betty. I don’t know how much they’re getting, but we can’t let them do that tonight, so we’ve put the cage back up. Back in there, just for one night. 

Early start tomorrow. Got to get them to Lydon’s by half eight. Betty will be delighted to have the day to herself. 

The 3rd of July. 

Yawning. Up early to get dressed and get the kittens into the carrier so we could get them to the vet for them to be neutered and chipped. Thankfully, herding them was pretty easy, then we just had to wait ages at Lydon’s for them to be checked in. They all got paper collars with their names on, so no trouble telling who is who. 

Back home, had coffee, made sure Betty was okay, then sat and did some crocheting while watching Victoria Derbyshire, then the start of Wimbledon! I have grown to enjoy it very much. Plus, everybody I wanted to win today has done so. 

After lunch, Mommy went to Grandma’s, and I listened to the new episode of My Dad Wrote A Porno. I think today’s was the best/worst of this series. So funny but so upsetting. She got back shortly after 3, so I hopped into the car and we went to pick up the floofers. They were all fine, and had piled themselves up at one end of the carrier, bless them. I went to snip their collars off, and found that three had got stuck to their floof, so they had to have a tiny trim. They all need a brush anyway, so hopefully once I’ve done that, it won’t be noticeable. 

The 22nd of June. 

19 degrees. Much more comfortable weather. From the clouds I can see, it looks like the rain is coming. Good. I love a good storm. 

I’ve had a relatively busy day? This morning, I got the new episode of iZombie watched (and almost shouted SHIT and grabbed my face at the ending), then Shaki came over. She had the vet histories of the kittens which didn’t correspond to the names she’d given them so had to rewrite all their forms, and it meant we could now identify which is which. So the one we were calling Betsy is actually Bree, Brodie is still Brodie, the lighter brown tabby is Bailey, and the darker one is Betsy. Once I knew that, I could book them in to Lydon’s for their first set of vaccinations. 

This afternoon I was back at Black Sheep for my colour change with Danyl. We had a chat and I told him about my ice cream kind of inspiration. First we bleached it all, then pink around the sides and at the roots, then added in a coral colour on some of the tips. I’m now a raspberry sorbet/fruit salad/drumstick lolly. 

That was my afternoon gone! Got home just before six, checked on the kittens, and have just heard news that my friends Vicky and Laura have got engaged and I am so happy!

The 23rd of June. 

Well we didn’t really have a storm, but we have the post-storm colder weather. I’ve had to put socks and a cardigan on. 

We were out at the vet at 9.20 for everybody to be jabbed. Although they were running rather late, so we amused ourselves watching the bunnies and baby and dog that were also in the waiting room. Our kittens just went to sleep. Even when we got called in, they stayed pretty relaxed. We did Betty first, then popped her into a separate carrier so I could get at the kittens. They were all fine, nobody struggled, just Bailey needs to eat a bit more. Get her up to a kilo, then they can all be neutered.

Since we got back, they’ve all been totally wiped. Just slept all day, flooped on the floor. I have written up a blog post, had some lunch, done some crochet. Listened to some podcasts, from a whole bunch of selfies to get a good photo of my new hair and iced some cupcakes. 

Daddy’s labyrinthitis has kicked off again, so he was throwing up from late morning until mid-afternoon. He’s only just come downstairs. 

Last night, Bree scratched my right arm, and water came out. Teeny tiny amount of blood, but mainly water. So I suppose if the venoplasty doesn’t work, we stick a load of needles in my arm and squeeze. We’re ringing on Monday. I don’t give a fuck, I have been like this for half a year and it is unacceptable. 

The 6th of December. 

I have a feeling this is going to be rather a short entry. Most of my day has been spent watching the kittens to see if anyone had any more dodgy stomachs. 

Yesterday, Pretty Kitty was being sick a lot, then was really lethargic all evening and most of today, and Derpy was sick and did several very upsetting poos, and was also very floopy. This morning I was waiting for Shaki to get me their CP numbers so I could book them into the vet, but it turned out they hadn’t got any yet. I then had to ring Jen and get names and clear descriptions of the kittens, so that Shaki could get them registered, then I could ring the vet!

I finally got them booked in for twenty to five, and thankfully we got them all in the carrier easily, although they then did not enjoy the journey to Lydon’s. Lots of sad mews. Pretty Kitty and Derpy had their temperatures taken, and it emerged that Pretty Kitty did have a high temperature, so she’s definitely poorly and the others could be brewing something. Hopefully it’s been nipped in the bud with everybody having an antibiotic jab and we have tablets to start tomorrow evening if things improve. If not, it’s back to the vet. 

In between all of these calls, I had to go to the GP to get some more estrogen cream. The doctor was very sensible and sorted it out with no fuss, plus he liked my Christmas scarf. We’ll keep him. 

The 7th of December. 

Six bouncy kittens this morning. I think they’re going to be fine. Although tonight we have to start putting crushed up tablets in their food so we’ll see how that goes. 

This morning, I spent most of my time watching the kittens, just to make sure they were okay. Essentially, we had a jolly good play. My hands are suffering with the claws of six kittens using them as playthings. Still, worth it. I also spoke to two potential adopters, one who I can tick off the list because he wants a cat from South Birmingham, and the other one will be quite straight forward. Excellent!

After lunch, as I didn’t have to watch the kittens to make sure they weren’t going to throw up, I went to the gym. I did a bit more than on Sunday, but still not as much as a normal session. I keep listening to Christmas music while I’m there which is lots of fun but means I walk around smiling at people and I can’t have that, they might want to talk to me. 

The 31st of October. 

Yes, yes, Happy Halloween. I don’t really do Halloween since it became the day I went into hospital and didn’t leave for seven months. We have a pumpkin and a bag of sweets but that is very much it. 

This morning we had to take all the kittens to the vet for their post-op checks. Amy was resolutely not getting into her carrier, no matter how many treats we tried to tempt her in with. Physically, she is fine, so we decided to leave her here while we took the kittens. We have to get her to go back for second jabs next week so hopefully she might feel better about it then. 

We saw Shaki and Jen at the vet so Mommy talked to them about Amy’s issues and I took the kittens inside. It was the one who did their first jabs so that was a nice bit of continuity, and I am happy to say they’re all fine. 

Back home, I just had time to fill in the paperwork before Shari came to pick up Alfie and Angelica. She was super excited, had barely slept bless her. She signed where she needed to, then we got the kittens into their new (very fancy) carrier and sent them on their way! I have had a text to say that she has a purring Alfie already. 

This afternoon has been more cat-sitting and Black Mirror. I have managed to stroke Amy a bit while giving her treats, but I’m not sure that’ll last. I watched Men Against Fire today, and it was mildly terrifying in its pertinence to the current climate. 

The 1st of November.

I had an unusually busy morning. We have decided that my room really needed a tidy/clean, because it is so dusty in there, it makes me really cough- every morning and evening. However, it has to be a team effort, because with my lungs and back the way they are, I cannot physically do the tidying myself. Mommy brought down a bunch of crap for me to go through that she had already dusted, and I dealt with that while she vacuumed one of my bookcases. I cleared out most of it, kept some, and felt very productive before I’d even been to the chiro!

Trine did some work on my neck and upper back, particularly on my grindy ribcage/shoulderblade situation. She basically pulled them away from each other so it no longer feels gristly which is very pleasing. 

After lunch, I went to the gym, where the only bothersome thing was that the shoulder press is out of order, but my irritance was assuaged by the fact that I got to listen to the new Regina Spektor album which has been out for a month but I was unaware. Also, while I was waiting to be picked up, I made my Christmas playlist, so I have my festive tunes immediately to hand. The jumpers will come out soon.  

The 17th of October. 

Today has been a pile of garbage. 

I’m still really achy, and was not thrilled at the prospect of sitting in my wheelchair much, but I didn’t think I’d be at the Women’s Hospital too long so it would be okay. How wrong I was. 

I arrived in colposcopy clinic at 11:15, but wasn’t seen until about 12, when Sue had come up and intervened (of her own volition; I didn’t even know she was coming). A nurse called me through, and we went to a room where I met Miss Byrom, and Sue and the two nurses were there too. We had a very brief chat about my problem, then it was jeans and pants off time. I put a gown on, and got into the very undignified position in the stirrups. On the ceiling were some pretty flowers, but I was far more interested in the screen with a big picture of my vagina on it. Miss Byrom attempted to insert a very small speculum, but it wouldn’t go in. There is some kind of obstruction, adhesion, like I had some sort of injury which has healed incorrectly. We have no idea what’s happened, but at least we have an explanation as to why I can’t be examined, and why I got nowhere with the dilators. So I’ll have to go back to be put under anaesthetic and my vagina will be “opened up”, to put it politely, and I’ll finally have a smear!

I then got taken to pre-op, where I waited for a good forty-five minutes before we even started. An auxiliary nurse did my height, weight and blood pressure, and I didn’t need an ECG because they have a recent one on file. Then back to the waiting room until a pre-op nurse could see me. 

I read some more of The Bone Clocks (I have made a great deal of progress in it today), and eventually a nurse came for me. We went to her room, and we had to go through all the usual questions. They had a lot of my information from my GA for the coil last year, so I gave her a potted version of my history, then made sure she had an up to date drugs list. She gave me several leaflets about GAs and preventing DVTs and PEs, then I took some blood forms off to the phlebotomist. That turned out to be the auxiliary nurse from before, poor woman, having to do multiple jobs. She said “That’s the NHS for you” and I said “That’s Jeremy Hunt for you”. Anyway. I finally got out at 3, and found Mommy in the car park who was very very bored and cold and hungry. 

Christine rang Mommy’s phone but we missed the call, then I rang her back to find that she’d tried to ring me but couldn’t get through, so we decided that when we got home, I’d back up my phone and tomorrow we’ll go to the Apple shop first thing. She’d actually phoned to complain about how the boiler people are a bunch of incompetent bastards and she won’t have any hot water until the end of the week, the second one of this saga. 

When we got home, we both ate lunch, then I went upstairs for an hour and a half to back up my phone. I couldn’t bear to sit for that long, so I lay on Christine’s bed with the electric blanket on to try to ease my back a little and listened to podcasts. It’s done now, and I’m looking forward to sleep. 

The 18th of October. 

Awake so early. Needed to be at the Apple shop for 9 to be able to see someone about my phone’s incoming call/text situation. I wasn’t first in the queue because being in the wheelchair, people walked past me into the shop while I had to wait for someone to activate the lift. Still, there were only a couple of people ahead of me, and the chap organising the Genius Bar said I’d be waiting about half an hour. He said I could leave and come back but there was no point, so Mommy went to Faculty to get me a coffee while I twiddled my thumbs. 

A guy came over about half past nine to hear about my issues, which I duly explained. He ran diagnostics and because of what I’d told him, he was happy to replace the phone once he’d checked it for any secret damage. That was all grand, except that they didn’t have any in stock, so I am awaiting an email to let me know one has been delivered. He has to say 10-14 days, but it’ll apparently be more like 5. 

Once finished my we went to Hotel Chocolat where I bought a Chocolate Yumpkin, and Boots for lip balm and some man tissues for Daddy before coming home. 

We had lunch and watched the new episode of Criminal Minds (so exciting I cannot explain), then Mommy ferried Grandma back and forth to Fellowship while I crocheted bits of the current project. 

The kittens were booked in for their first lot of jabs at 5, so we bundled them and Amy into the carriers to take them to the vet. It surprisingly easy to get them in, and there was no crying on the way. Lydon’s was full of dogs which I loved, but the cats were not so keen. I set the carriers facing each other so they were slightly comforted by that, and I crouched next to them. I took a lot of pictures of all the dogs but I didn’t pet any of them because I didn’t want the cats to smell them on me. 

When it was our turn, we started off with Amy, and she was good until it was time for the needle, at which point she spun round and hissed while the syringe was still in her neck. She was only too happy to go back in the carrier. All the kittens were really good; nobody hissed or scratched or bit, they were all just a bit wriggly. 

Back at home, I took a parcel that had been delivered to us next door, so I got to meet new neighbour Richard, who (it turns out) actually follows me on Twitter! He saw me in the Sutton Observer a while ago. Who knew we’d become neighbours? I also saw George again who was not poorly but he was a little bit grumpy because nursery had made him tired. I couldn’t stay long, because we had a lady coming to look at kittens and we needed to eat dinner before she arrived. 

I showed her Archie, Alfie and Angelica, as they’re the available ones. She really liked Alfie and Angelica  which is good because at least she’s got one who’s relatively confident. She asked all the right questions and I’m really happy with her as an adopter, so once the kittens are ready, she can have them!

The 21st of July. 

Today has been so much nicer. It is warm enough to not have to wear a cardigan but not so warm that I’m incapable of breathing. This is what I would like all the time please. 

I woke up when my alarm went off, but then went back to sleep for half an hour. The kittens are super hungry when I got their breakfast to them. This morning I did a blog post (I should stop putting that in. You know when I do a blog post. They’re here.) and had some more wool delivered. It was on sale, and I have plans for it – some green, glittery wool will make a Christmas hat, and some pink baby wool is for a baby blanket. 

This afternoon, I have done much crocheting, not on the projects mentioned above though. Poppy the flowerpot cat, from the same pattern as the teacup cat I posted. Speaking of cats, we had a visit from Oscar! He actually came into the house and was very interested in smelling the doors the kittens are behind, so I had to move him on from there. We had a lovely time in the garden though. He’s so big now! Just a huge ball of foofiness. 

Following him around with my phone was really painful. I swear my back is getting worse. I can’t wait for these appointments to come through because I can barely stand without support. 

The 22nd of July. 

I am super sleepy. I took 100mg of Tramadol earlier because the pain in my back was off the charts. I have been in agony for most of the day. Moving around this morning was ghastly. Anyway, the Tramadol did not help, not even in a happy-making way, but now it is leaving my system and I’m drowsy. 

Another quiet day. Trying more to move too much because it hurts, and I can’t even crochet because my hand keeps cramping up. Not helpful! Only real activity today has been taking the kittens to the vet for their second vaccinations. We managed to get four in pretty easily, but then Nadia was under the chair. We were able to tempt her out with Dreamies, but she was still not in a position for us to pick her up. She slowly got through the trail we had laid out and we were able to sneak up on her. She was not thrilled but we got her in. 

At the vet, a lady came out with two dogs, one of whom was very sleepy, obviously after an anaesthetic. Then it was our turn, and they were all fairly well-behaved, except for Nadia who held onto the carrier for dear life, daft thing. No concerns about anyone, they’ve all put on weight, although it would be good if Nova could put on some more. She’s only 50g more than Nettie, who is 5 weeks younger than her, so that shows how small she is. The rest are 400-500g heavier. 

I am thinking of my followers and friends in Germany tonight. It is so sad and nonsensical. You are loved.