The 20th & 21st; Seems an eternity away.
The 20th of March. Feeling slightly better today - I'm going to try going to sleep earlier and getting up a little bit later than I would otherwise. I think I'm going to need as much as reasonably possible for the next several weeks.
This morning I put up a blog post, and remembered to print off the tickets for Jon Ronson tonight. We're going to see him talk about psychopaths at The REP. It's been a long time since I read The Psychopath Test so it'll probably feel all brand new to me again.
After lunch, Mommy went to see Grandma, and I had a mini Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D marathon while crocheting Lauren the angora bunny. Finished the head now and snipped all the loops so she's going to look very furry. I'm not sure where I'll place the eyes and nose amongst that fur.
When she returned, we watched the second and third episodes of The Replacement. That was bloody unsatisfactory. Not sure why they had to rush the ending so much and fill the last fifteen minutes with nonsense. Frustrating.
Speaking of which, we tried ringing Tracy from interventional radiology today, but no answer.
The 21st of March.
An in-between sort of day. Went to bed late because of Jon Ronson, so I'm tired, but not to the point of needing oxygen. Just enough to not really be able to get a deep breath.
This morning, we caught up on the episode of Broadchurch we missed last night (just throw a red-herring rapist into the mix) and saw a lot of news about Martin McGuiness. He is still the main news this evening, so nothing else can have happened today.
Just after lunch, Jen came round with a bunch of flowers from Cats Protection which are very pretty. She couldn't stay long, but she had time to show me the "physio" I should be doing, which involves putting my feet up, a hand on my forehead, and the other one clicking at people to bring me things.
This afternoon, I've been catching up on more tv and crocheting all four bunny legs. Ears and tail left, and I think I'll have just about enough wool.
We finally managed to talk to Tracy this morning and she's looking at early April for my second venoplasty. I know there isn't much of March left but that still seems an eternity away. I'm wearing the compression garment but all it does is squeeze me down by a centimeter and hurt.