The 22nd & 23rd; Another miraculous recovery.
The 22nd of September.
I've spent a lot of today reflecting. A year since I went into A+E with the Bad Liver Pain that resulted in ten days in ICU and another week in the liver ward. Another lucky escape for me, another miraculous recovery.
This morning I watched Sunday Brunch and posted another poem I've written on instagram because I am just that sentimental. Then I started trying to actually write some prose about what happened a year ago, because I haven't really explained it on here.
I haven't done anything to properly celebrate still being here a year on, because it just wasn't feasible - Mommy was potentially going to be taking Grandma to get her new glasses, my knees obviously make things difficult, I can't eat anything too exciting in case it makes my stomach kick off again. That's okay. Instead, I watched John Wick 2 while I continued to write, and I can sort of see why it has such a cult following. It's fun to watch Keanu Reeves fight loads of people, plus I enjoy this enormous assassin network that seems to exist in this world, as in they seem to be literally everywhere. So much fun.
Finally tomorrow I get to share something exciting - the secret Anthony Nolan thing I couldn't talk about a few weeks ago. Eeee!
The 23rd of September.
More of the same, I'm afraid. Well, not afraid - I need to rest, because the fall has really taken it out of me. Apart from the obvious, I'm finding it a lot more tiring to do reasonably small exertions like climbing the stairs or washing my hands, drying them and then walking back from the bathroom. I don't think the fall has impacted my lungs, but I think the stress of it on my body, the lack of sleep, all of that gave me a minor virus which has just made things a bit difficult for a while. No gym until I can pee without needing a rest afterwards.
This morning I posted the poem I actually forgot to put up here yesterday, and emailed Elana about when I was allowed to start sharing the photos from the project I did with her for Anthony Nolan a few weeks ago that I haven’t been allowed to talk about. It is called The Silent Thank You, and six of us had photoshoots and short films shot by Rankin. He was incredible to work with, and even so kind as to give me a copy of one of his books. I'm so happy I can finally share the photos with you all, and I hope you all share the campaign and sign up to be donors if you haven't already!
This afternoon, we changed the dressings on my knees. Still looking good! Then I spent the rest of it watching documentaries I've recorded and not got round to watching (How To Break Into The Elite and Adventures in Futureland) and tweeting/Instagramming/Facebooking all the media from the shoot. That then resulted in replying to people on all those platforms, but it has been so nice to finally get the feedback!