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The 12th of March.

Today has been quite productive, I suppose.

This morning, I was off to the Women’s Hospital to see Miss Byrom in Colposcopy clinic. They were running late, as usual, so I got my book out. I was able to get a good chunk read, but then three girls came in together (I think only one was a patient) and sat by me, and the constant chatter and commentary were too distracting for me to absorb any more properly. I got called through about 40 minutes after my appointment time, and we had a bit of a chat before I had to get in the stirrups. I felt what we did in January was successful, and it seems that way as she was able to get the small speculum in and open it a bit, and last time she couldn’t do anything. So I am to continue with the dilators and she’s going to write to Mr. Titley to see what he’s doing.

I got a call from one of the pain team (after I rang again this morning) and I finally have a date for steroid injections – 23rd April. It’s ages away but at least it’s there. And the GP is sorting out antibiotics pre and post jab.

After lunch, two more episodes of Jessica Jones and the assembly of the last spaniel. Next: a jumper!

The 13th of March.

Think this will be a quick one. Quiet day – I have been nowhere and done very little.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then while Mommy took Grandma for an eye test (it sounds like she’s chosen some rather jazzy frames), I watched the last episode of Jessica Jones. SPOILERS: Does Trish have the superpower of quick reflexes now? A) That’s a shit superpower and B) This is not going to end well. I’m kind of mad that she’s got them, she doesn’t deserve superpowers.

Then I had a delivery of my wool for my jumpers and a pair of socks, and they are what I’m going to do first.

We had lunch, then I got started on the socks while we watched last night’s Criminal Minds.

I’ve just realised that I didn’t write anything on Thursday, so my dates and days are out of sync – all I can remember is that Thursday is when we got Mommy’s new phone – she now finally has an iPhone!

Anyway. Rest of my afternoon was hairwash, iZombie and crochet. Now I need to sort out my blog! Stupid dates.

The 10th of March.

Ugh. I went back on the computer today to try to get iCloud photos synced across all my devices. Now my back hurts a lot and I have been only partially successful.

The morning was not so bad. I sorted out all the duplicates that were left, and got the phone and the iPad talking to each other. However, the iMac didn’t seem to want to cooperate, and instead thought it needed to update 10,900 photos. It was an empty library, so I don’t know where it got them from. I restarted the computer and repaired the library (I can’t remember in which order) and something wished because then it was empty.

I came downstairs and had lunch, and I picked up the stupid DHL parcel because I got a text about it. So at least Mother’s Day will not be ruined by stupid deliveries.

Back at the grindstone, I tried a lot of different things, but the photos app just isn’t getting involved. So I left it uploading photos from 2017 and 2018 to Dropbox so they’re at least vaguely accessible from my phone and I wrapped Mommy’s presents and wrote her card.

My back was in severe need of rest and support, so I went to sit with Mac and watch more Jessica Jones. He goes tomorrow! Sigh.

The 11th of March.

I am excessively tired today. I didn’t sleep that badly, or get up super early. I’ve had a second coffee, but I just want to curl up and go to sleep. But it isn’t bedtime yet and napping is not a skill I possess.

When I got up, Mommy and Daddy were out taking Grandma to church, so she got her presents upon their return. I gave her a teatowel with a bunny in a doughnut on, and a Moominmamma apron to go with the spatula Christine wrapped and left under my pillow last weekend. Accidentally very domestic. But she liked them.

Ryan and Bethany came at about half eleven to take Mac home. He was full of beans, bounding about and walking all over the paperwork. However, we got it done, and managed to bundle him into the carrier. I am certain he mewed all the way there. I am waiting to find out what they decide to call him so I can register his chip.

This afternoon, I’ve been making the second spaniel. The ears are such an arse to do, because they require loop stitch. Won’t be making any things with that for a while.

The 15th of January.

Early start again – liver clinic this morning so we were out the door at nine. Philippa wasn’t in today, but I saw Kirsty and a nurse I know from TCT, who has changed jobs to help patients with the psychological effects of transplants and transition from BCH to the QE.

James was very happy with my liver tests; he went so far as to call them “perfect”. I’ll take that. He can’t quite believe it, after the way things were in 2013. To be 27 on Sunday is not something I thought I would do a few years ago. We weren’t sure I’d see 23. What a miracle my body is.

Got home and I had a coffee while I watched the first episode of season 4 of How to Get Away with Murder. The ending was a good twist – that’s a way to keep me watching. It’s so good. Viola Davis is amazing.

I was at the dentist and hygienist this afternoon. Dentist first, but not Liam as he has a new baby, so I met Elizabeth. She’s very nice, was very complimentary about my oral health, no problems there. Then Sandra cleaned my teeth and she was happy that we’d had success with the Oral B toothpaste.

Other than that, it’s been kittens and crochet. Make this flipping bear.

The 16th of January.

Bleah, it is too cold. Bloody winter. I do hate having to get up so early when is freezing too.

This morning it was the Women’s Hospital for menopause clinic. I got a bit of my book read, then I was called in by Elaine, Dr. Robinson’s clinical nurse. We had a chat about the past year, and about the procedure last week. Bit of concern about the coil, because that has to come out next year or 2020, and there is some worry as to how we retrieve it because last time, Miss Byrom couldn’t even see it. Will discuss it with her in follow up, although that has to be rearranged because the appointment they’ve given me is on the 12th. Can’t.

This afternoon, I went to sit with the kittens, and I watched Get Out. I thought it was really smart, the way Jordan Peele used the classic horror movie tropes like the deer hitting the car, but the most scary part is just the general creeping unease that grows throughout the film. I was glad to have my furry friends during the final sequence.

The 4th of October. 

Last night was dreadful. The coughing would not cease, and I think the best chunk of sleep I had was between six and seven this morning. It hasn’t got better as the day’s gone on, and I just want it to be bedtime.

This morning I did a blog post, then I finished putting Heinz the Stag together, so all the little winter chaps are finished. The wool has arrived for some of the Christmas presents I’m going to make, although for some reason I ordered double of some of it so I’ve got to send a lot back. I blame illness. 

After lunch, Amanda came to see the kittens again, but she didn’t stay very long, I think because she felt bad because I was coughing so much. She suggested I see a doctor but I explained why that would be pointless. 

At half past three, Mommy and I went to the GP for our flu jabs. I stayed in the corridor, to keep my coughs to myself. I know I’m not infectious, but I don’t want to unnecessarily concern everyone else being jabbed. 

Oh, I hope tonight is better. I need a rest. 

The 5th of October. 

I just feel terrible. I had a better night but ugh, the coughing is still exactly the same. I move one bit of phlegm, and some more comes to take its place. 

My only triple out today was to the Women’s, where I was seeing Miss Byrom and Sue. While waiting, no less than four people asked if I needed water. Sigh. It was particularly bad – I feel like I need to wear a sign that says I AM NOT CONTAGIOUS. Thankfully it wasn’t busy enough for anyone to need to sit very close to me. 

The upshot of the appointment is that nothing can really go ahead until the anaesthetist is happy, so I need to see the immunology doctor about my white cells. She is away until next week, but her secretary is aware of the multiple people need her to see me. Hopefully that means I will see her sooner rather than later. 

I just want to stop coughing. I want to stop being in pain all the time. I’m so tired.

The 30th of June. 

Busy busy day. I had an appointment at the Women’s Hospital with Sue, the specialist nurse, at ten. I was early and she called me in straight away. It was pretty brief – I told her about my appointment with Mr. Titley, and she’s going to chase up what’s going on with that because he wrote to Miss Byrom at the start of May, so maybe I’ll hear something relatively soon. She also asked what things were like on the relationship front and I laughed. Apparently there are lots of understanding people out there. I need to find the most understanding person in the world

Went into town before going home, where I got some make up from NYX, some pants from John Lewis, and a jacket from the French Connection sale that I fell in love with and can wear with many things, with or without my fat arm!

This afternoon, Daddy and I went to see Despicable Me 3. Despite it being 2.40pm on a Friday, there were loads of children there? I don’t understand why they weren’t at school – they were of age. Grr. The film was great fun; it is exactly what you would hope for and expect from it. Lucky the unicorn-goat is adorable. 

Back at home, I tried to play with the kittens, but it didn’t really work because Bree is really lazy and Bailey and Betsy cheat. 

The 1st of July. 

Oooh I am crashing. This morning, I went to the Custard Factory for the Birmingham Coffee Festival. I can’t remember the last time I was in Digbeth. Anyway. I was glad I got there relatively early, because I was able to do a lap of the stands before it became so busy that I was ramming ankles. My first purchase was a box of five bags of beans plus some offers for £12. Then I went over to the Java Lounge stand where they were teaching latte art. I have tried so many times at home and it never works. But today the chap showed me and I actually did a half-passable rosetta! They were also giving out free flat whites, bonus! Next, I went to look at 200° where I had a very nice chat with the manager. She gave me a nitro which which was really good, so sweet and creamy without any milk. She also gave me some vouchers for free coffee and I need to book myself in for a class. 

Time for lunch, so I got myself a cheese and spinach crêpe, then back to coffee. I bought beans from Quarter Horse, Urban Social and Urban Espresso, and two doughnuts from Donut Day Dream. Deep-fried brioche, mmm. That was me pretty much done, then I found out my chair couldn’t mount the ridge to leave, so people had to help me. 

Back home, I ate one of my doughnuts while watching the latest Nashville (no crying today), then I went to sit with the floofs. Bree is going to get fat if her adopter is not careful because she just can’t be arsed to do anything. 

The 30th of March. 

Fairly acceptable breathing today. I’m on 0.5 litres of oxygen. Normal air is not quite oxygenated enough for me. 

I at least had a better sleep, and this morning I got a blog post done and not much else. I had another appointment (which I had entirely forgotten about) at the Women’s at half past one, so we ate our lunches and got on our way. Thankfully no hellish traffic jams today, but there was nowhere to park so Mommy pulled over, I drove off in my chair with the oxygen on the back and she found somewhere to put the car. 

I was seeing Miss Byrom for a follow-up after the procedure I had in November, and Sue, the sexual health nurse, was there too. I said that I thought it had been successful, but only up to a point. She examined me, using a very small speculum and a very long swab, and it turns out part of me has sealed up again. JOY. It’s to do with a thing I have called lichen planus and it’s just another stupid thing that I have that has no cause. I have to carry on with the dilators, and she’s going to talk to a plastic surgeon about me to see if he has any ideas. 

Too many things wrong with me right now. I feel like a collection of conditions rather than a human woman. 

The 31st of March. 

Today was the most normal I have felt in a while. My sats were good enough for me to not need extra oxygen for most of the day. I’m on it now, but still, it’s been a good day. 

This morning, I didn’t fancy watching Eamonn and Ruth be unbearable, so I caught up on The Magicians and did some mindless crocheting. After this project, I really need to make something for nurse Jenny’s baby and for James. I also had issues with Vue and their stupid website trying to book tickets for Ghost in the Shell. 

It’s an odd sort of film. I kind of get the premise and I found it interesting, but I didn’t really see the point. Having done some research, I think it’s too large a story and world to cram into a 100 minute film. One thing I did like was the choice Scarlett Johansson made to lead her walk with her head. It was curious because the company in the film go to so much effort to make Major appear human, but her walk was so unwomanly. Hm. 

Tonight I am going out to The Glee to see Fin Taylor and Mat Ewins, but there is no way I am climbing the stairs, so I’m going in the chair and have arranged for someone to let me up in the lift. Then tomorrow I will feel terrible, I suspect. 

The 23rd of January. 

Much better sleep last night. Think it was helped by having my dressing gown available as another layer. I’m now sleeping in a jumper and pyjama bottoms tucked into thermal socks, under the winter duvet, a blanket and a thick dressing gown. I am the coldest person in the world. 

This morning I did the big birthday blog post, and fitted in two Cats Protection calls before lunch. I also printed off some stuff I want to look over before my Anthony Nolan thing on Thursday, all about the decision to withdraw the funding.

After lunch, I went upstairs and spent a very productive hour putting together the wooden Little My and sorting out my sock drawer. I have too many that I simply do not wear and had forgotten I have, so they’re all going. Yet my drawer doesn’t seem any less full. 

Becky came round with some more birthday flowers for me – she is better than was described, although she was still careful not to touch or breathe on me, which I was grateful for. 

I think another early night tonight – Women’s Hospital in the morning. 

The 24th of January. 

Bleah, early start. Not as early as tomorrow though – we will be leaving the house at 7, so today will seem like a lie-in. Still, I’ll be having some fun drugs that may induce a nap. 

I began at the Women’s Hospital at 10, seeing Dr. Robinson in the menopause clinic. Having read my book for half an hour, I was called in by Elaine, her clinical nurse specialist, and saw her instead. There was nothing I really needed to see Dr. Robinson about specifically so I just gave her an update on my general condition, we talked about my vaginal surgery, and I’ll just carry on with my current management until I see her again in a year. 

Had to make a quick visit to haematology clinic to have my clotting checked for tomorrow, and Dr. Ferguson had asked that I get a tacrolimus level done so I had them look at that too. 

I had to be at the dental hospital for half one, so there was no point going home to come back. Instead, we went into town where I got Mommy and Daddy’s anniversary card and some thank you cards, then we went to Pret for lunch. I got a cheese, ham and mustard toastie which was WAY TOO MUSTARDY so I had my coffee and cookie instead. Stupid pathetic mouth. 

Mrs. Richards wasn’t in today, but I saw two of her team and they were both happy with my mouth is, so no injections today.