The 4th of September.
How is it I feel so different today? Thank you brain for not completely falling apart.
When I got up, both parents were out, because Daddy had an appointment at the QE to see a liver surgeon about these cysts that have been discovered, and Mommy had gone with him. However, not much came from that because the guy they saw hadn’t been sent the scans so it was not particularly helpful! Sigh.
While they were there, I wrote up a blog post, then continued with the crocheted sleeve of the complicated jumper.
My eye was cooperating with me today, so I felt able to go to the gym without having to douse it in drops constantly. It was really quiet in there, very few youths and nobody who caused offence to my nose with their body spray. You’d think having a lung disease would make it harder for me to smell people but the sensitivity is heightened. Stupid. The only person I did not like was a woman who came and stood next to me in the mats area, passive aggressively staring at the dumbells I was using. I gave them up and moved on because I couldn’t be arsed with that.
Got home, and had to time to get changed, finish the last few rounds of the sleeve, then eat dinner before going out again. Deborah Frances-White is doing a live reading/talk about her book The Guilty Feminist at The Glee, so I am off to that!
The 5th of September.
Oh, I am annoyed because this crochet pattern is stupid and impossible. I have done the first three rounds twice now and it does not make sense. I’m going to have to make a diagram. I’m so confused.
Really tired this morning, because it took me ages to go to sleep, so I have been full of yawns. After breakfast, I started unravelling the cardigan I was doing, and the yarn winder fell and knocked over my water, so we had to take everything off the table and dry it all. I am a wally.
So, once everything was dry and spread out all over the floor, I finished winding the wool, then started the body of the jumper. However, I didn’t get very far before lunch, then we had to go to the QE for me to see Mr. Kolli.
All good there! My eyes are doing well without the steroids (needing them very occasionally is fine) and my pressures have gone back down to 10 and 11 which is vastly improved. My eyelashes are behaving (mainly), so he’s very happy and doesn’t want to see me for four months.
Back home, I had a small coffee to wake myself up a bit, and since then I’ve been doing this stupid crochet. Need to work out what’s going wrong.