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The 14th of June.

Today has revolved around Dolly.

She was supposed to be at the vet this morning for her second vaccinations. We had one chance, so we put some food in the carrier. Unfortunately, we fucked it up and she ran away to under the chair. I rang Lydon’s, and they were able to reschedule her for 5pm.

We left her for the rest of the morning, and vowed to try again later with the help of Shaki.

I went to sit with her this afternoon, watching Bates Motel and hoping she would emerge from her hiding place. Eventually, she crept out, and I had to do the slowest movements known to man, swinging my legs over the arm of the chair away from her, sort of thrusting my pelvis up so I could get out of the chair and on to the floor. I crawled to behind the chair, and I shoved a bunch of pillows underneath so she couldn’t hide under there again.

Then we had one more shot before the 5pm appointment. She had, miraculously, gone over to the carrier, even inside, but I was at the other end of the room so couldn’t shut the door. Mommy came in with some food, so I slid a bowl over to her, and she put it in the very back of the carrier. Dolly slowly climbed in, checking on Mommy through the slits in the side. When I could see that she was eating and not looking, I instructed her to lean over silently and shut the door. Victory!

At the vet, she was actually okay! A bit scared, but Daniel was able to do the injection and she didn’t bite or scratch. Now we have to go back to basics with her. Time for some hard work.

The 15th of June.

I’m going to write about today and tomorrow in a slightly different way, as more of a record than my usual fashion. I just don’t have the energy to do it properly, so I’m sorry if it’s weird. A lot of it has been travelling. We have been to London to go to Space Shambles at the Royal Albert Hall for Daddy’s birthday present.

Train to Euston. I have to make a couple who are sitting in the wheelchair space move which enrages them but unfortunately for them it says my name above the seat and therefore they have to shift. Taxi to the Serpentine. Lunch in café in Hyde Park. Bimble through park to hotel, spotting all the good dogs out for a walk on a sunny day. Arrive at hotel, immediate disappointment. Had not realised when booking that it is not wheelchair accessible. There is one sentence on the website saying that the lift starts from the first floor. No mention of the fact that said lift has no lights, an unreliable door and a terrifying suspension. I climb the stairs but am exhausted and furious. Unpack. Go out to explore Whole Foods. Get very excited by all the baked goods. Buy a cinnamon swirl from the box of Crosstown Doughnuts. Go up and have fourth coffee of the day while eating doughnut. Decide to head for Royal Albert Hall, taking a detour around Natural History Museum to kill time until dinner reservation. Meet Christine, go to Verdi for pre-show pizza. I manage half, struggle to stay awake. Get shown a photo of a genuinely ugly baby and I laugh so hard I cry. Eat some blood orange and lime gelato. Time for show. Stash wheelchair, slyly retrieving water bottle from underneath, avoiding confiscation at bag check. Find seats, find scarf to filter air through to prevent choking on dry ice. Spend the next three hours listening to scientists and astronauts. Grace Petrie sings a lovely song. The final act are a band who play too loudly for too long. Time to go. Worn out and in pain.

The 6th of June.

My right shoulder is the problem today. Honestly, my body just feels like a disaster zone lately.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then I listened to the new episode of The Naughty Step and gave the kittens a pet before a trip to Black Sheep for Michaela to cut my hair. She was away when I went for my colour, so I had to wait. It was getting far too long and tufty. Had a good chop and chat about life, gave kitten updates, and had barely finished my coffee by the time we were done. Daddy picked me up on his way back from that dump and we came home.

Had to eat some lunch very quickly, remove my eye make up, and go back out to the QE to see Mr. Kolli. Had a blast from the past while waiting for my name to appear on the screen when a girl called Rosie who I met at BCH came over. She works at a care home so was with a patient, but it was nice to see that she is fine. My eyelashes are behaving themselves for now, so I don’t need to have any more removed yet, my pressures have come down a bit (after several attempts to measure them), and my GvHD is inactive. Plan now is to do steroid drops every day for two months, then stop, and do the pressure drops every day until a week before my next appointment with him in three months. Let’s hope my eyes continue to cooperate.

The 7th of June.

Well, Dolly has been a right old pretender. Not in her disdain for us, but the kittens. All this time she has acted like she doesn’t care about them, completely ignoring them, but we had to separate them last night so they wouldn’t feed from her while they were meant to be nil by mouth, and she has made the most forlorn sounds all day. Constantly mournful yowls, so I spent my morning replying to every mew and giving her Dreamies. She only really quietened down when she fell asleep. I don’t know how she’s going to cope tomorrow night when they’re gone and not coming back.

I stayed with her until lunchtime, came out to eat, then I went back in until it was time for us to go and collect the kittens. I really don’t know if me sitting with her helped at all, but I couldn’t bear to be out of the room and hear the sadness.

Had the bonus of meeting some good dogs at the vet, and the kittens had all been fine, they just screamed all the way home. Must warn the people tomorrow.

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.

The 6th of March.

Back to the crochet habit. Might as well!

I woke up still tired, wanting to stay in bed but I forced myself up. Rosemary was coming round for lunch, so we had no trips out. I spent my morning writing up a blog post, then I started another sausage dog. This one is brown and cream, which is not a combination one sees often in them but it’s in the book and if it looks shit then I won’t give it to anyone. Rosemary did like the one I’ve already done, in black and brown, because he looks like her dog, Otto.

While she and Mommy had lunch, I watched the first episode of season five of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Absolutely batshit insane – jumped forward seventy five years into the future in space. Obviously.

This afternoon, I made the head and ears of the dog, watched some Bones, and booked Mac into the vet for his secretary vaccinations tomorrow afternoon. Got a viewing on Thursday.

The 7th of March.

Tired. Up early for hospital. Not haematology, as was also previously in the diary for today, just ophthalmology. Mr. Kolli, not Dr. Barry. Today was about rogue eyelashes. The clinic was running very late – they were missing a registrar – so I didn’t get seen until an hour after my appointment time. That was fine – I got a lot of Eat Up! by Ruby Tandoh read. I wish I could give it to my thirteen year old self and keep her from developing an eating disorder to begin with. I wish I’d be able to read that instead of Wasted.

He checked my pressures and they haven’t gone down very much, but he wants me to try to get the prednisolone eye drops down to twice a day before trying anything new. He’s going to get me booked in to do the left eye again, then do the right eye a few weeks later. It would be tricky to drive my chair if they did both at the same time.

We’d been planning on going into town to do some shopping, but by the time we got out, there wasn’t time, so we just came home for lunch.

Mommy went to Grandma’s, then when she got back, we took Mac to the vet. He was a good boy, just very chatty on the way! If only all trips there were so easy.

The 17th of January.

Final early morning of the week today. No hospital, I was going to Black Sheep to meet Adam, the new owner (with his fiancée Sophie), and have a major colour change. He trained James, so has the expertise I need. New year, birthday, gig – all good excuses for new hair. We had a bit of a chat and in the end we’ve gone for seven different colours distributed through my hair. We had to bleach out the ginger first, then all the painting of the individual pieces took a while so I was there from 9.30 until 2. Long day in the chair!

I just had time to eat lunch, then we had to take the kittens to the vet for their second jabs. They were not particularly thrilled about it but I have since been forgiven.

Since getting back, I have crocheted the second arm of the bear, and I would like to go to sleep soon. Tired.

The 18th of January.

I got to sleep in until 9 o’clock this morning and it was so nice. I did get woken up by the letterbox flapping about in the night, but I put a podcast on and went back to sleep.

My plan this morning was to make the ears and tail of the bear, then assemble him. I got the first part done with no trouble, but when it came to putting him together, I found the snout was too big for the face. I tried all sorts of things, different wools, but in the end I created a new pattern and finally got him all sewn up.

This afternoon, I went to sit with the kittens, as they go tomorrow. I found to my delight that there was a new episode of Riverdale, still as mad as ever, then I watched a really bizarre film called This is Your Death which I hoped would be some clever Black Mirror-esque satire but no, it was just really fucking sad.

After that, I felt pretty glum, so Mommy and I watched Roast Battle and that cheered me right up.

The 19th of November.

Argh oh god the back pain. I cannot wait to see Dr. Blaney on Wednesday, hopefully he will be happy to organise a date for steroid injections and soon.

This morning was the usual – Sunday Brunch, blog post, coffee, then worked on the crochet until lunchtime. I need to start thinking about Christmas shopping, spending some time looking at what’s available.

After lunch, I went upstairs to brush up on some classic scrapes before this evening, put on my face, and take a lot of selfies while listening to Sia’s Christmas album.

Once I’d decided I’d done enough, I was back to work on Hank’s fleece. Irritatingly, I have run out of wool from the kit before he is finished, so I’m going to have to buy some more to complete his head. Maybe I’ll ask my instagram friend who works at Toft if she gets a discount on scraps.

The 20th of November.

Last night was much fun. I saw Paul and James before the show and they’ve been all over the place, must be exhausted. I know I was knackered by the time I got home. We heard about Al Porter resigning from comedy before it started and ended up having a chat about how some people are terrible. The show was hilarious – I do love a classic scrape.

This morning, we took the kittens to the vet for their first jabs. They were very screamy and scrabbly, but tolerated the injections. Carlton had to have his twice, because Katie went in his skin and out the other side. Whoops! He didn’t seem to notice, though. We will give them lots of treats tonight, especially Clarrie, because she’s 200g less than Carlton!

After bringing them home, we picked up Grandma and went into town. I went off on my own and had a lovely festive time! I got two pretzels from the German market – one salty, one with cinnamon sugar. My favourite. I bought two glass animals to go with my collection; a little grey cat and a black Scottie dog. Then I went to Paperchase to get some Christmas cards, and I had a nice chat with a girl about my glasses so I recommended Piccadilly to her. Then I went to Selfridges to see the Huda Beauty counter, and I bought a lipstick. While there, I saw a teenage girl opening the drawers, opening new lipsticks, trying them on her hand, and putting them back, which I thought was disgusting and rude. I couldn’t say anything to the staff at the time because she was right by me, but I have tweeted them and they were suitably horrified. I’m sure they will get lockable drawers quicksharp.

Then I was pretty much done, as were the others, so we came home and I have had a very restful afternoon.

The 18th of September. 

Very busy morning. An apt start, considering the rest of my week. Start as one means to go on. 

Shaki was concerned about Henrietta after I’d told her about our lack of progress with her, so we took her to the vet. The only time they could offer was 11am, so I finished up my coffee, then we had the fun job of trying to get Henrietta into the carrier. Basically we chucked a lot of Dreamies in there and shut the door. She did not like it. 

At the vet, she came out and slunk around the floor, hiding under the table, behind the bin, behind a pile of boxes, hissing at Daniel. He eventually cornered her with a towel (like a matador), and gave her an injection of long-lasting antibiotics. She wasn’t going to allow anything else. She even did a couple of protest poos in the corner. She’s been in the dog cage since we got back, because Shaki wants to come and see her this evening. Hopefully the antibiotics will make her feel better, and she won’t be so angry all the time. 

This afternoon, I’ve been doing Cats Protection admin and watching Bones, while looking at my new crochet book that arrived today. It’s full of mix and match dolls so I can make people! Already got one commission. Better get some flesh-toned wool. 

The 19th of September. 

This morning was lymphoedema clinic. Mommy and I set off to Lichfield for ten, and when we arrived at St. Giles, there was a little bit of waiting around before I was called through. I met a nurse called Jemma, and I had to explain my history to her, paying particular attention to my past episodes of swelling and the timeline. We had a very long conversation, and because of the SVC narrowing, their protocol doesn’t allow them to fit me for another compression garment. She did measure me, in case they can give me one in the future, and it was interesting to learn that the right arm is 37% bigger than the left. So no treatment today – it really is all up to Andrew for now. 

We got home around lunchtime, so we ate, then Mommy went back or to Grandma’s. I went upstairs to sort out stuff to take to London tomorrow while I listened to the new episode of The Bugle. I think I have everything sorted. Just have to chuck it all in a bag tomorrow morning. 

Tonight I am out at The Glee seeing The Horne Section. My first of two consecutive nights out in a row. Getting ready to be exhausted.  

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