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Documenting not dying since October 2013.

The 6th & 7th; My throat felt like it was full of knives.

The 6th & 7th; My throat felt like it was full of knives.

ย The 6th of March.

Another day, another hospital trip! Thankfully, Daddy is coming home tonight, so it won't be forking out another forty pounds next time I have to go. It has been an expensive few weeks.

Today was my yearly haematology clinic. I got my bloods done, and they had to use a fun new machine they have that shows up veins in rubbish people like me. Even with that, the nurse had to dig around a little bit, but we got there. I then saw a new doctor (new to me anyway - he's apparently been there for nearly a year), and he was very pleased with my blood numbers. We ran through my recent history, and what's currently at the top of my list of bothers (ie cataracts and back pain). He checked they'd got all the right drugs on my list, and that was it! On the way out, we bumped into Sarah from TCT, who I last saw the day after I'd moved up to the liver ward from ICU in October. She said it was the first time she'd seen me really scared, really ill. I don't remember much of her visit, but I was not on top form. She said I looked miles better today, which is always nice to hear.

The wool for my next jumper arrived, so this afternoon I finished season seven of The Walking Dead and got started on that.

My throat is starting to get dry and scratchy. I'm trying to subdue it with strepsils. Really don't want to get sick.

The 7th of March.

When I woke up this morning, my voice was about an octave lower than usual, and my throat felt like it was full of knives. I think it is safe to say the germs have infiltrated my system.

I have tried to soothe my throat with soft food like porridge, regular strepsils and paracetamol, and the odd honey and lemon. My voice sounds a bit more normal now, and it's certainly less painful to swallow. I'm coughing more than normal, but thankfully the phlegm is moving pretty easily so it's not totally exhausting.

I've mostly spent the day knitting my next jumper, and I watched a couple more episodes of The Umbrella Academy. Daddy came back from Wales last night, so today he and Mommy went to the dump with a load of stuff from Taid's. While they were there, I watched the new Riverdale, and just felt overwhelmingly sad about Luke Perry.

I am very tired. An early night, methinks.

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The 8th & 9th; Cough or sneeze or blow my nose.

The 8th & 9th; Cough or sneeze or blow my nose.

The 4th & 5th; She is barely audible.

The 4th & 5th; She is barely audible.