The 16th & 17th; Good work, liver.
The 16th of July. I'm not feeling quite so terrible today. I slept until half past nine which is a lie-in to me, and spent my morning enjoying Joe on Sunday Brunch and writing up a blog post. Back on schedule for at least one entry.
After lunch, I had a hairwash, then tried on a bunch of clothes. I cannot find something in my wardrobe that goes with the shirt I got - if I put it with a skirt, I look like a teacher (and not in a good way), and the only item that it worked with was some pink shorts. If I were going to be able to stand up while I talk to people on Tuesday that would be fine, but I can't do that and breathe. However, when I sit down in the shorts, they become really too short to be appropriate. So tomorrow after liver clinic, shopping we will go.
I have been to pet the kitties, and I made Bree purr! The only times she has purred have been when she is feeding from Betty, but this afternoon, Betty was not near her, and I stroked her into submission. I am the best at cats.
The 17th of July.
Last early start for a few days. This morning we had to leave the house at 8 to get to liver clinic at 9. Got there only just in time, but still before the doctors! Still, James didn't exactly have chance to start running late, and there was only one chap ahead of me. We had a chat about my recent stays in, and he was delighted to say that while I was incapable of breathing, my liver coped extremely well! Good work, liver. He was also happy to do my referral to the lymphoedema clinic, and he is good at doing things, so hopefully they contact me relatively soon.
When we were finished, we went to town to find some trousers to go with my shirt for tomorrow. Incredibly, the first pair I tried on were right! I tried on a few more, just to make sure, but they weren't as good, so we were done pretty quickly and were home by lunchtime!
This afternoon, I watched two episodes of Nashville, only crying in one, then I went to sit with the kitties and watch Orphan Black. There was a fly in the room which they found greatly interesting, so much so that Bree chased it into the window. Stupid kitty.