The 17th & 18th; Poor kitty.
The 17th of November. I have had to spend my day looking after Nick who is very sad. While I was eating my breakfast I could just hear him doing constant tiny sad mews until I went in to see him. He will get used to it - he already had to say goodbye to two siblings and he was alright, so I'm sure he'll be okay.
I have literally only left him to eat. Blogged this morning, went to see Nick, ate lunch and did a bit of crocheting, back to Nick, now I'm back in the living room doing this and I can't hear him mewing which is a good sign.
I have booked The Savoy Grill for my birthday lunch but Christine can't get the day off so I have to decide what want to do. Stupid work making her go to a conference.
Oh, and I'm still coughing. Obviously.
The 18th of November.
Early morning. Haematology clinic. Got the wheelchair out of the car and turned it on to find it hadn't been on charge so I only had half a battery which always feels like it depletes quickly. It was wavering between 1/4 and 1/2 by the time I'd driven up to the clinic building. We waited around there for an hour and a half until Ram called me in. Everything is fine, he's going to nudge Andy Toogood about doing a good density scan so we can check on my spine, back to see him in three months.
I didn't trust the wheelchair to get me very far by the time we got back to the car, but I wanted to briefly pop into town, so we borrowed a manual chair from the Bullring shopmobility. I had been made aware of a shop that sells American fare, and I wanted to get some brownie batter Oreos. I plan to put them in my own brownies and they're going to amazing. I was also craving a salty pretzel since the German markets are back in town so we braved the rain for one.
Nick is still bereft. Sad, tiny mews coming from the back room. Poor kitty.