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Documenting not dying since October 2013.

The 24th & 25th; I hate that my lungs don't permit me to fly.

The 24th of May. Oh, this time a week ago, I had the most beautiful view. Today, the weather has resembled the apocalypse. Never mind!

I got up and watched Saturday Kitchen with my breakfast. I was able to eat a muffin! Seriously, you can't understand my level of joy after being on porridge for so long. I can't really do porridge now because although my tongue and cheeks are improving, the lips are still really sore.

This afternoon, Mommy went to visit Grandma, and I worked out while Chromecasting the first two episodes of Alphas onto the tv. It was obvious that I hadn't exercised for a week - I burned 748 calories which is more than usual.

I had to coax Oscar inside because the black and white cat was in the garden and I didn't want there to be a fight. Then I shut him inside because rain was imminent.

We had a FaceTime from Christine and Daddy in Italy. I hate that my lungs don't permit me to fly - I can't be at the most important day in my cousin's life so far. A massive family event, and I can't go because my stupid body won't allow it. And what's worse is that it meant Mommy was forced to stay behind with me. It's not content ruining my life; other people suffer too.

The 25th of May.

Today has involved being really quite angry at the world. Michael Gove deciding to remove American literature, then the misogyny-fuelled killing spree in California, it does not fill one with faith in humanity.

I watched Sunday Brunch, then spent my afternoon writing up blog posts from holiday. And tonight we picked up Christine and Daddy from the airport, and they've been telling us all about the wedding.

The 26th & 27th; Back to real life, back to photopheresis.

The 22nd & 23rd; God I hope it's not the last time I get to see that view.