The 17th & 18th; I have a venogram appointment!
The 17th of January. I have a venogram appointment! I checked on myhealth this morning, and I am booked in for the 25th at 9am. No letter yet, that will probably be tomorrow, and will include more detail. Looking back at previous venograms, there have been occasions when the venoplasty's been done immediately, and when I've had to go back and have it another day. Fingers crossed it's the former but I have no clue.
This morning, I wrote up a post and painted my nails while watching Theresa May's Brexit speech. It was not particularly illuminating, apart from making it obvious that if we don't get what she wants, we are quite screwed. People keep saying "We haven't had the Brexit crash that was predicted" like it's fine but they don't seem to have realised that we haven't left yet.
Mommy has been out most of the day, taking Grandma to a funeral, coming home, reading a letter, and having to go back to Grandma's to tell her that this letter said that her cousin has died. Not a great day for her.
I watched the final three episodes of A Series of Unfortunate Events and crocheted. I had started some pyjamas for the doll I made ages ago, so now she has the trousers and I'm working on the shirt.
Phoned up several potential adopters to have the standard conversation, had to explain that we actually have practically no cats/kittens at the moment, but they are willing to wait.
The 18th of January.
Today has seemed to go by ever so quickly. I looked at the clock and suddenly it was half past three. Where did the time go?
This morning, I was able to have orange juice with my breakfast for the first time since before Christmas. Think my mouth might be okay to eat fun things on my birthday, maybe even have some champagne! Such excitement. I have ordered a mini Curly Wurly cake for us to pick up on Saturday and I've been trying to decide what I'm going to wear. Thankfully we're not going anywhere fancy so I don't have to worry about a dress code, but I'd like to look reasonable and that's tricky when one of your arms is massive. I'm not sure whether my leather jacket will fit so we'll take the furry lining out of my park and then I think it will be big enough to accommodate the enormo-arm.
After lunch (during which I had an apple, another thing I haven't had for ages because it was too pointy), I had a Cats Protection call, then I made the pyjama top to go with the bottoms. I now remember why I'd stopped doing stuff from that book - it has mistakes as it's a translation. Bah. I also started a new series on Netflix called Glitch. It's like The Returned, but Australian, and they all crawled out of their graves at the same time not knowing they were dead. I'll see how it goes.
Hair change tomorrow. What colour to go?