I have a very happy, VERY farty piggy. I managed to walk half way to the park yesterday (quite frustrating not to make it the whole way, but my knees said NO. Who am I to argue. I gathered a bag of greenery for PSidney, washed it thoroughly and by hell he is enjoying it!
I think he ate himself into a stupor last night.
I also sat in the garden, in the rain, sketching a (pretty poor) picture of the remaining orange tulips.
Ooooh! Hello tootsies!
I have called it 'A Ten Year Old Could Draw Better!', and might add a photo when it is finished. It isn't good, but any - any! - sketching is brilliant for me mentally because it means an hour or so with functional fingers. Modom.
They are very swollen, but not as painful as they have been. The pins and needles carpal tunnel is a sod still, especially in the left hand, but I am not allowed to have anything done to it whilst on the RoActemra trial. A bit of a sod really, it needs operating on.
The trial? You want to know how it's going? No? Well skip this bit then.
I do think there is a bit of improvement this time, I hope so as this month is the decider for any further infusions. I go back on the 30th. I am exhausted (but have not been sleeping, I haven't had a sleeping tablet for two weeks and although I amrelieved to find I can come off them easily when I need to, my sleep is back to its usual 'nod off at about 2am, wake up at 4am' routine. Not enough.
I had my tablets delivered today so will have a sleeping tab tonight and see if I get a bit more snoozation.
The main sideeffect at the moment is a huge rash, I have had it across the tops of my arms since I started the drug, but blimey its pretty grim at the moment. Itchy too. I keep reminding myself 'better knees, better hands' and try to ignore them. Maybe I could play dot to dot with them?
The garden is confused, as I think we all are. Two days of glorious weather, then a week of grey. Frost. HAILSTONES. Gale force winds.
The tree finally blossomed, a month later than usual and that seems to be the same delay for most of my plants.
I can smell this half way down the street (OK, in fairness it is a very short street). It's just passed its best and has started dropping, clouds of blossom confetti into the street.
I had to resort to slug pellets, we are infested again. Bloody horrible things. Die.
They got to the marigolds, but the cabbages and lettuce might survive. They started in the greenhouse. Again, a good month or more behind.
Ignore the horrible carpet (my landlord let me choose everything except the carpets - apparently this is neutral! I am going to ask if I can recarpet, its been down for the ten years I have been here and is more grotty by the day).
But look at Sid! I can section off a third of the room for him to scamper in (also ignore strategic placing of various things to block off wires and wool). Sadly I forgot my painting stuff was behind the chair and he commented on my talents by piddling on it.
His exercise regime is along the lines of I throw bits of lettuce, Sid pootles off after it, eats, comes to the grill and stares at me. Repeat.
I am knitting a Thing. In black. More on that later.
Before I pootle of in a PSidney Stylie, anyone want to buy all these books for £40?