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The 21st & 22nd; Birthday!

January 23, 2017 — 4 Comments

The 21st of January. 

Birthday! Had to get up super early which I didn’t love but it was for a good reason. I had a pain au chocolat for breakfast, then opened some of my presents. I got a box of macarons from Macarons & More from Grandma, a book token and a big journal from the Hudsons, a cheque from Taid, and some Moomin paraphernalia from Mommy and Daddy – a t-shirt, a notepad and pencil, and a wooden Little My that I need to assemble.

Our train to London was at 10:10, so we set off shortly after breakfast, and we were taken to the train by a woman with a very laissez-faire attitude which I did not care for. I also didn’t like being in coach A because it means I can’t really talk to the people I’m travelling with, but there was at least a fun baby who smiled at me when I made faces at her. 

We didn’t have time to wait for the Euston team to turn up, so got the chair off the train and went to get a cab to the South Bank, where we met up with Christine. We then went on a twenty minute trek in the cold to Where the Pancakes Are, but their misleading website said they would have some free tables for walk-ins, but there was nothing, so I told the woman she had ruined my birthday and left feeling very disappointed. 

Very nearby was a Caravan restaurant where they had many tasty dishes available and nice coffee, so then I was greatly cheered. I had a flat white, then smoked salmon and scrambled eggs on toast with a mimosa. Christine gave me my presents which were two Harrods cronuts (salted caramel and Speculoos and the zebra one), then Daddy had a pudding and I had more coffee. 

We got a taxi back to the South Bank because I couldn’t bear to get that cold again, then we had an hour to kill in the Royal Festival Hall before our Moomins exhibition tour. I went to the shop and bought a little stuffed Moomin and a bowl. 

The tour was lots of fun and very informative – it’s narrated by Sandi Toksvig, along with the tour guide, which was a lovely surprise, and there were lots of original illustrations and stuff that I would never have seen otherwise. I also really liked that they didn’t just gloss over the fact that she was gay and are teaching the children going on this tour that it’s okay and not something to be ashamed of. I think we need to be reminding kids that whatever they are is okay at the moment. The only bad bit was that it was not easy in the wheelchair – we actually had to collapse it and I did a lot of crouching in each room. It would be fine in a manual one with big wheels but the spaces are too small and the floor too uneven for anything else. We coped, but other people might not. The tour guide was very helpful and apologetic, and she promised to feed it back. 

Our next stop was Konditor & Cook to pick up my birthday cake, then we headed to the BFI for hot beverages and a rest before we had to go back to Euston. I had a hot chocolate, and did a lot of coughing which worried me but I think it was just because of the temperature change between there and outside. 

We saw many people who’d been to the Women’s March, which I would have loved to have gone to, but if I had, I would have definitely got ill. It was so cold today, I couldn’t have coped, even in a mass of people. Wonderful, but not sensible for me. 

When it was time, we said goodbye to Christine, then back to Euston. I got some Pom Bears and New Scientist, and when we got home, it was time for cake!

The 22nd of January. 

So tired today. I had a really bad night, not getting to sleep until past one, which is way too late for me. I got up at half past nine, put on some very warm clothes and settled in to spend my morning writing about yesterday. 

This afternoon, I was about to start writing the post I would have done yesterday, but then Alison came over with my birthday presents (more wool and flowers) and there was some catching up to do. Becky is full of lurgy so can’t come round herself, so we got all her news by proxy. It sounds like the cold Grandma’s got and I do not want either of their germs. 

We put the flowers she brought me in a vase, and I was able to finish my writing, which didn’t take long. Tomorrow won’t be so quick as there was a lot to say about my birthday. Then I got to work on otter number 2. I’ve made everything except his ears and snout, so I’ll get him finished this evening. When I’m done, it’ll be an early night. I need a big sleep. 

The 4th of November. 

I have taken to watching It Takes Two instead of the news because the real world is so depressing and awful. I would rather escape into the glitter. I cannot wait for the 9th of November. I just hope America don’t sentence the world to nuclear war. 

I spent my morning being invisible in the living room as Ed the financial advisor was here. I don’t know why, I was not listening, I just nod along when these things are explained to me. I just sat and crocheted Xaver and wrote up a blog post (which I nearly forgot about again). 

This afternoon, Daddy and I went to see Nocturnal Animals. It is really an excellent piece of work. The opening is shocking and brilliant, I loved it. Jake Gyllenhaal still as splendid (and handsome) as always, Amy Adams is fantastic, especially when she’s not speaking. That sounds bad, but I just mean that she can express so much in her face, she doesn’t need to talk. Aaron Taylor-Johnson is absolutely horrible (in his character) and just yes, one of the best films I have seen in a long time. 

The 5th of November. 

Up way too early for a Saturday morning, but it was necessary if we wanted to be at the NEC for half past nine. Mommy, Becky, Alison and I went to the Crafts for Christmas/Cake International Show. When we arrived, people were queueing to get in, so I took my ticket and went to get a festive caffeinated beverage before braving the crowds. 

To be honest, the craft bit was not all that inspiring. I bought a couple of balls of wool, and a unicorn kit from Toft, where I had a very nice conversation with the girl who was working there. That was it, really. I spent the majority of my time in the cake show. The Brownie Bar were there, so I bought four from them (Rich Chocolate, Triple Chocolate, Nutella and Oreo), and later on I saw another place selling all sorts of things I would’ve happily feasted upon, but I settled on just a gingerbread man and a cookie (which are enormous). 

The best thing was the cake competition – frankly unbelievable. There was a Dobby made of cake, a life-size ballerina, loads of owls, a huge BFG holding Sophie, lots of animals and people, and the most amazing sugar flowers. 

Finally, I met back up with the others, and we came home to have lunch because it had been many hours since breakfast. This afternoon I had a lovely crafty time finishing Xaver (minus his baubles) and I finally got round to watching The Outcast Comic, the documentary about Andrew Lawrencce which was really interesting. Waiting to see what he does now. 

The 25th of September.

Last night’s bad dream was that I got shot, then I was having to have another transplant but I’m not sure which organ. I would like this to stop now. Nice dreams please, brain. 

I had a nice morning in the soft pyjamas (honestly I hate taking them off; regular clothes suck), writing my blog and crocheting the last square. It turns out that I need one more to complete the blanket but I don’t have enough wool, so I’ll have to wait for another sale, then get some more to finish it. I also changed the battery in the heart rate monitor strap to see if that would fix it, but it still wouldn’t transmit. Had it worked, I would have gone to the gym this afternoon, but now that’s going to wait until tomorrow or Tuesday, depending on when my new one gets delivered. 

After lunch, I iced some cakes for Daddy to take into work tomorrow when they’re having their Macmillan coffee morning, and started working on one of my Christmas presents. I’m so organised. I am having to do it with a 2mm hook though, and boy, do my eyes hurt. I think I am going to need to do this with lots of breaks. 

I’ve had a text about collecting Rufus and he’ll be going on Thursday. A couple of days more to try to make him less skittish!

The 26th of September. 

Finally a night with no bad dreams! Not that I remember, anyway. I only recall one in which Christine was in her bedroom and the bathroom at the same time. 

I am tired because I’ve been back to the gym. My new heart rate monitor came this morning so I made sure it all worked before I went – didn’t want another surprise. Mommy had to go and pick Daddy up from work because he was feeling ill again, even though he’d taken his tablets and everything. Really hope he’s okay this weekend. I also did a bit more work on the Christmas present. 

So, the gym! On the way, I got a text from Vlad asking when I might go and do this core plan. I said I was actually nearly there, but he wasn’t around, so we agreed on Thursday. I saw Neil and paid for the rest of September, which was a whole £4.17, then went to put my stuff in a locker, where I had a panic because I thought I’d lost the lightning to headphone adapter. Thankfully I found it under the seat, which was most pleasing because a) I really didn’t want to have to buy another because I was careless and b) I didn’t want to have to listen to gym music. I did a bit more than last time and it all seemed okay – we shall see tomorrow!

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. 

The 20th of April. 

Ugh well it has been rather a pants day. My breathing has been bad, Monica is gone, and Victoria Wood has died.

It started in an acceptable enough fashion; I did a blog post while trying to not bend my neck too much in any one direction, watched a wedding on This Morning, and spent a little time with Monica, having a little play and rubbing her belly.

Shaki arrived just before one, and we started filling in the paperwork for Monica’s new home. When Janet, her new owner, arrived, I took the cat carrier in and put the blanket she sleeps on inside with some of her toys and a couple of Dreamies to try to tempt her in. We finished all the forms, then Shaki and I went back to the kitty but she was having none of it and went straight under the bed. Shaki went back out and after a little while, she emerged, but refused to come anywhere near the carrier. Then Mommy came to have a go, she even made a trail of warmed up chicken, but in the end, she just had to pick her up, get her in, and quickly shut the door behind her. She was not happy and started crying, putting her arms through the gaps, then I basically made them leave because I could no longer bear it. 

Shaki stayed for a little bit so we could talk about some issues I am having with PetPlan, and she noticed my crochet. I’m now making a little version of her cat Charlie and some mice for the Cats Protection shop. People love my skills. 

After she’d gone, I went to the gym, and had a fairly crappy session. I had to do most of it in the wrong order, and my breathing was difficult, then the Victoria Wood news broke, and it was all just very poor. I remember listening to a cassette of her 1997 show as a child all the time. If you don’t know her, search out her work. Hero. 

The 21st of April. 

Oh, for fuck’s sake, now Prince?! This year is the worst. It truly is. 

I woke up super early for a very brief phone interview with Paul Ross that my friend Alex who produces him asked me to do last night. I just had to talk about my experience of cancer (loads of death) and what I do now (Anthony Nolan). 

At the QE for lung function tests at half past ten, then Dr. Thompson. They’ve replaced all the machines, so the tests have changed, and they’ve got rid of the one I hate. We certainly got done more quickly than before, then I was back out where I found Mommy having a chat with a chap who had recognised me from haematology clinic. He’s had a lot of the same GvHD as me, and his son and nephew have both had leukaemia as well which is very unusual. He told us about a drug that might be able to alleviate some of my symptoms but I need to talk to haematology about that. Dot, who is the sweetest nurse in the world, called me in, and told me how much she liked my hair before leaving us with Dr. Thompson. He asked how I’d been feeling, and I said I was generally okay, which surprised him because I had the worst results he’d ever seen. Kind of a kick in the face. He’s prescribed me an inhaler I have to do twice a day and we hope that might make a difference. 

Got home, had lunch, then went back out to Sutton. I needed to return an Ivy Park crop top that was too small, pick up some boring bits from Boots, and to see if Waterstones had Sara Pascoe’s book but they didn’t yet. They’ll text me when they do. Then off to Tamworth to Hobbycraft so I could get some safety eyes for the mice but they had none, so I bought some wool instead. We also went to John Lewis to look at some garden furniture, but I ended up buying a blanket which had been reduced from £65 to £19.50, and I now might hide under it until this year is over. 

The 22nd of February. 

I have had a really rather good day. The dizziness has stayed away, so that was an excellent start and meant a gym visit was possible this afternoon. 

I was awaiting a phone call this morning at 11am, but my phone decided to have no signal until about five minutes before then which was very stressful, although I did email the caller letting them know and giving them my landline number just in case. I managed to squeeze in a blog post before they called, then we had a greatly productive conversation, and in a few days I can tell you what it was all about! Oh what a tease I am.

When we were finished talking, I put the “In the country” outfit together and dressed the doll. One of the wires has come out of her arm so I need to feed that back in. 

This afternoon has been a gym trip where I again saw very few of the usuals. Maybe they are too busy now. Who knows? Still, I am glad that the mats are much more free now. Things are improving, and I don’t think it’ll be too long before I’m back to where I was in October. 

The 23rd of February. 

A very quiet one. Muscles are sore from yesterday, especially arms, obviously they are still not used to doing things. You know, I’m so much stronger than I used to be yet I still have basically no semblance of any form of muscle definition. 

It has been another crochet day, just to jazz things up a bit. Mommy took Grandma out this afternoon so I sat and worked on a blanket for Sheila’s group who do them for children in hospital. She gave me some wool for it before Christmas but what I used it on went spectacularly wrong, so I am doing another one with my own wool to make up for effectively wasting what she gave me. I also watched Agents Carter and of S.H.I.E.L.D, the latter being mildly stressful and making me make astonished noises. 

Tonight we are out at the Town Hall to see Sandi Toksvig on her fundraising for the WE/stand up tour, both things I support, so I’m very much looking forward to that. I don’t think she’ll give me another brownie though. 

The 15th of January. 

I have had a very productive day. I got up when the alarm went off and dressed in long-sleeved thermals under my jumper, as when I opened my curtains, I was surprised to see a light eiderdown of snow covering the street. 

During my coffee, I wrote up a blog post, and spent the rest of the day crocheting a pair of mittens. I was doing them to a pattern of supposed “woman-size”, but looking at them part-way through, they looked massive, so I decided to unravel it all back to the cuff, and redo it in the “older child/teen” size which is a much better fit. 

After lunch, we watched the first of a new series of Project Runway that we discovered on Lifetime last night after Britain’s Next Top Model. I then dove into Netflix and got through three more episodes of Pretty Little Liars. Since I found out a second part of season 6 arrives on Netflix next week, I really need to get watching if I’m ever going to get through it – I’m currently nearly at the end of season 2, so I’ve still got two thirds of the show to go!

My rib has been really sore today, so I took a Tramadol earlier. It didn’t take the pain away, but it did help. I think. It certainly made me very chatty. 

The 16th of January. 

Not the best start to the day – crying at an old man on BBC Breakfast reciting a poem he wants reading at his funeral, saying not to be sad because he’s now with his wife and they’ll be together forever. So sweet but so sad; just weeping. 

I was quickly cheered up by some messages from Suzi, requesting a couple of crochet items, so we chatted for a little bit and that made me feel better about the old man. 

This morning was the paper, in which I was good at the sudoku, then outraged by the crossword because they spelled Tsetse with “z”s, which is American and therefore wrong. I took great umbrage at this. I also did a bit of a wool audit to check if I had the right stuff for Suzi or if I need to order more. I do, but for the giraffe I’m doing for baby Esme. 

This afternoon, after being delighted by Miriam Margolyes on Graham Norton, I barged through three more episodes of Pretty Little Liars, leaving me with just the final two of the second season, while I crocheted like a machine. Pretty much finished one of the things for Suzi (I don’t know why I’m being cryptic as it’s unlikely that the recipients of the things will read this), I’ve just got one last bit to do after dinner. 

I only took co-codamol for the rib pain today. It was super painful when I woke up. Bloody cough.