The 27th & 28th; I feel like a champion.
The 27th of May. This morning I found myself with my legs out of the duvet but covered by a blanket, part of that duvet over my middle, and my top thurd uncovered. Didn't notice the thunderstorms at all but obviously I couldn't sort out my body temperature.
While I watched Sunday Brunch, I wrote up a blog post, then I spent some time having a staring contest with Dolly. She has smelled my hand, but when I moved to touch her, she backed off. I don't know how to make further progress with her. Maybe I'll chuck a small pile of Dreamies on the floor and stealth-stroke her.
After lunch, I took a bunch of photos of my big, colourful cardigan, then I started on the next one, although that will only be one colour. It's funny, I think the one I'm wearing could either be considered hideous, or be something you pay £90 for in some sort of boutique.
It has been stormy since mid-afternoon, and I am getting concerned about my bedroom ceiling. The man isn't coming to fix it until Tuesday.
The 28th of May.
I am the best. I gave stroked the mommy cat! Very pleased with myself.
This morning, I was supposed to have a phone call with Gabby from Anthony Nolan to catch up, but I think when we scheduled it, neither of us realised it was Bank Holiday so of course she wasn't in work to call me. Maybe she'll try tomorrow. So, instead of talking to her, I sat and worked on the new cardigan while watching the news channel and the tennis. Cool.
After lunch, I went to see the kitties, and this is when we had our breakthrough. I got the Dreamies box out, and Dolly recognises the noise, so she came out from behind the chair. I started putting them on the floor for her, occasionally chucking away a kitten, and at one point she had her back to me so I just started stroking her back.
She flinched, but then she accepted it. I even scratched round her ear! There wasn't any purring, but I feel like a champion. I gave her lots more Dreamies and told her what a good girl she was.
Today was World Blood Cancer Day. Soon it will be eleven years since I was diagnosed and every day is a gift. Although honestly, lately it feels like I'm just a day closer to dying.