The 18th of February. Right. Well. Hm. I was having a really good dream when my alarm woke me up this morning, but I had to get up because the PIP assessor was coming at 9. She was not a dragon as I had feared, but was in fact very nice and it's all fine. After reading my file, she wasn't sure why she had to see me but she came, I answered all the questions and she was gone by ten to ten!
My line site has just been hurting more and more, and the veins around it are much more prominent, so I decided we needed to go to clinic and get someone to look at it. I was right, because Ram's pretty sure it's infected and needs to come out. But if we do that, the vein might collapse. Sigh. Ram tried to ring Andrew but had to leave a message, but he did say it was urgent so I am keeping my fingers crossed that that makes a difference.
We didn't get home until two, so there was just time for lunch and some work on Winston the Aardvark before I had to go to the dentist. He and the hygienist were happy because I'm an excellent patient and I brush and floss twice a day.
The 19th of February.
So all I have done today is work on Winston, with an overhanging hope that someone might ring me with a solution to the problem with my line, but to no avail.
Mommy woke me up at ten - my body is just constantly exhausted right now. It's probably partly to do with the fact that I have an infection and it's taking its toll. Since eleven, I've finished Winston's head and three legs, and I'll probably do the last leg tonight. Then ears, tail, face and sewing together tomorrow.
There was a brief break when Becky came over with some fabric samples that we've decided will work for wedding cravats.
I have very little to report because I am just waiting for someone to operate on me. I'm managing under the theory that this is hindering my breathing, but if I have the procedure and everything is still this laboured, I will have to deal with the possibility that I might not be able to go anywhere independently ever again.