Poor Papageno has just left for the vets for a little operation - maybe. He had to be starved since last night and this morning he was so hungry he climbed up some shelves to reach a food packet. We are not sure if he ate any but we have warned the vet so we shall see what they decide. I don't like to think of him sad and lonely at the vets and would really like to go and rescue him. A day is a long time in his little life.

Yesterday's needling went badly! I am beginning to think I may never have a working fistula. The nurse put the needle into the first buttonhole and thought she was in the vein pulled back on the needle - no blood. Ho hum! She flushed it out and withdrew a huge clot. This may mean the fistula is clotted or just that bit. This could mean new buttonholes, new fistula or everything may be fine with a rest. I am feeling frustrated that this is taking so long to get sorted other people have just gone straight to using their fistula with no problems. Not keen on having a new fistula made as that would involve surgery at Oxford.

On a happier note my friend S is coming today and I am really looking forward to seeing her. We were friends at school and have a lot of catching up to do.