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The 10th of July. 

One more day. Will have to find some activity to pass the time tomorrow while I count down the hours. I think a lot of crochet. 

Better sleep. This morning I wrote up a blog post (back on track, although Wednesday’s will be late), and I spoke to Nicola about the bloods. She rang the labs to ask about the biochemistry, and they denied all knowledge of it. Hmph. She said I could come into clinic this afternoon to have them done again, so after lunch, off we went. 

Arrived at the hospital just before two. Neil sent me down to the nurses who had the form, and I got stabbed again. That vein is going to stop cooperating. Anyway, the biochemistry has now been sent off again and if the labs disagree, they will get a telling off. 

I think we were back out within ten minutes of entering the car park, so after getting home, Mommy went back out to Grandma’s. I did some Cats Protection adoption admin while listening to the new My Dad Wrote A Porno, then it was Orphan Black and floof time. Bree sat on me for maybe a whole minute which sounds like nothing, but that’s the longest ever and I didn’t have to try to keep her there. She goes on the website tomorrow. I am prepared for the deluge of potential adopters. 

The 11th of July. 

Crocheted the day away. Up, breakfast, coffee, blah. Got out the doily I have been working on for the past few weeks. Most of the day has been WimbledonB and crochet. Just after twelve, we went to M&S to buy some flowers for me to give to Emelda (Andrew’s secretary) and got a pretzel and cinnamon swirl for lunch because why not?

This afternoon, back on the crochet with one eye on the tennis. I planned to go and sit with the kitties, but pretty much as soon as I sat down, Betty did a poo, so I left again. They smell absolutely awful; I cannot be in the room with one. So, back in the living room, I watched the last two episodes of season 3 of Orphan Black. It’s so easy to get through when there are only 10 episodes per season. 

I don’t know how much I’ll sleep tonight. The biochemistry hasn’t shown up on myhealth which is annoying/concerning. They can bleed me in the morning if necessary but ugh. I just want this to be over. I want to not have to wear oversized clothes or be able to make dents in my spongy tissue or feel my veins being squeezed. I want to feel like me again. 

One nice thing happened: a girl I went to Guides with sent me a message to say she has signed up to be a stem cell donor because of me. One more. 

The 4th of July. 

Kittens are gone! Well, three of them are gone. Hopefully Bree will cope alright because she still has her mum. Also hoping this makes her more amenable to being petted!

This morning, I filled in the paperwork for Betsy’s adoption, and realised that I didn’t have any more PetPlan forms for this afternoon. I also checked the PetPlan website to make sure Brodie’s heart murmur would be covered if it doesn’t fix itself and it will. Phew. 

Linda came to pick up Betsy just before twelve, and had a great carrier that could fold away. We filled in the last bits of the form, and we got Betsy in there pretty easily after I gave her a quick hug. I have had a video of her playing in her new home so it looks like she’ll be okay. 

Rosemary came for lunch, so I had a bit of a chat with her before food, but I was in with the kittens when she left. This afternoon, I have been doing the second lot of paperwork and doing a blog post. Plus a couple of episodes of Orphan Black. 

The family adopting the other two came at quarter to six, and I got the bouncy toys out so the kittens didn’t run away. Bailey got in the carrier without a fuss and I tricked Brodie into a cuddle before popping him in. Now they’re all gone, I just hope they settle in okay!

The 5th of July. 

It’s so quiet now. I don’t think we’ll hear any thumping into the wardrobe with just Betsy and Bree here. They both favour lounging around as an activity; Betty because she is so chill, and Bree because she is just lazy. They can be slightly forgiven for that today though, considering the heat and their level of floof. 

I think that most of my day has been spent in front of the tennis. So far, we are doing well! It’s bound to all go wrong at some point but I can cling on to it for now. I did take a break when I went to moisturise my legs (no one wants to see flaky skin) and I put on some music, had a little dance to George Michael. 

Had an early dinner of cheese on toast with sultanas (if you have not discovered this sweet and savoury combination, prepare to have your tastebuds blown) because I was out at The Glee tonight, seeing Fin and Kiri’s works in progress of their Edinburgh shows. I had no trouble with being let in this time, and went to have a chat with them both pre-show. It was nice to see them without oxygen attached to my face and being able to walk around a bit. 

Both shows were excellent; if you are able to see the finished products either in Edinburgh or on tour, you should. At the end, I managed to escape without assistance, and waited for Daddy outside the back door. Funny how much safer I feel in the summer in my chair than in the winter on my legs. Harder to abduct and murder.