Not the best start to the year

 Morning all.  Beautiful blue sunshine out there (though it was pouring with rain at 4 a.m. this morning and L. Whale decided he would go out hunting anyway.  No walk for me as I woke up with my lungs feeling Not Good and my legs are a bit weak and wobbly - have had such a week of it, and hardly resting at all, it's probably my body telling me to rest, so I have been sat down with Pillars of the Earth.

The babies on the proper poorly quilt - the other one was off our bed as Pippi was hidden inside is folds so I carried it all down.  This poorly quilt is the one the children would be covered up in on the sofa when they were ill when little. The first quilt I ever made, just using whatever fabrics I could find - many just cheap pieces from a stall on Salisbury Market, when I lived just outside the city.

Keith took his first prescribed increased dose of Levothyroxine this morning.  Let's hope it helps.  His BP is good anyway.  He is walking slowly, using the Stroller still, this morning, but doesn't look as dire as yesterday when I thought he would end up in Hospital as he was in such a bad way.  He had to sit down on the stairs coming down in the morning, and then after I'd managed to get a chair by him, went from chair to chair to his place to have breakfast.   I was so glad that Gabby was here later.  Somehow he managed to get up to bed but so incredibly slowly.  His new respiratory (wedge type support) pillow was flung on the floor this morning as he said it gave him neck-ache - don't want that to go into spasm again.  It wasn't cheap, but I may need it in the future or we could use it to elevate his feet in bed if necessary.

Diazapam will not be used again - it has made him so bad this week, in tandem with being told to drop another medication to see if any difference.  Soon had to go back on that as poor K was at a standstill.  He is slightly better today but having to use the stroller to get about.  No steroids either - these cause Oedema.  You probably don't need to know any of this, but my blog counts as a sort of diary for me.

A truce between Big Boys and Little Girls . . . Best cushion is turned tapestry side away from stropping claws!

    Our two babies are quite different characters - Lulu is a real gallon guts, and is currently standing on her head to play with a ball (pingpong, covered in string, gift from the vets when they had jabs).  She is a Terrorist Kitten.  Ask L. Whale as she chases him - daft 'apporth he is runs away!!  She bursts into merry purrs and chirrups when you make a fuss of her.  Pippi is quieter but cleverer, and plans and plots mischief.   I am her person. Lulu will always follow a rolling ball or the end of a wiggling stick, but Pippi more sceptical.  What do I get from this?  Ah yes, she gets me out from my hiding place.  Think I'll ignore her! She tells me when she is hungry (often at the moment, as she needs to recover what she lost when poorly) and if she is sleeping and I am too noisy, miaows to tell me to shut up and gives me an accusing look!

I am trying to get a photo of Lulu standing on her head playing with one of the string-covered pingpong balls which were in a goody bag from the vets.  She is very athletic and  can even somersault when chasing her tail.  Pippi goes in a little box we have to chase her tail and hurtles round like she's on the Wall of Death at the Fairground.

Three sleepy-heads.

Back to my book now.  Enjoy your weekend.