As you can see, the big two are already quite feathered…
And the little two are well on their way – those feathers are breaking out of the sheaths already. It’s almost impossible to tell the little two apart, I think they’re going to be pearl greys like Allie.
Connie gets very excited whenever the babies come out of the cage. Puppies, smaller dogs, baby birds – Connie just loves anything little.
So… I’ve still been having trouble sleeping. The terrible cough has settled back into a somewhat-fixable-with-ventolin asthma cough, but it still gets disturbed enough by the CPAP machine wind that I can’t use my CPAP machine, so I AM A ZOMBIE. It’s not fun.
Consequently my mental state is not brilliant. Hence my lack of posts.
Allie bird is nearly weaned. Cockatiels are weaned at 8 weeks. Allie was hatched November 1, but is still SCRAAAAARTCHing for food from Bolly whenever he gets a chance, even though he is quite happy eating seeds and pellets and lettuce by himself as well. Bolly is sitting on a new egg already…
We’ve been eating more salad-y things now the weather has been heating up. Mr Beloved has been keeping an eye on the bargain shelf at the supermarket, so the other day we had a lovely posh lunch of prosciutto and fetta salad – for less than what some people would spend on a fast food hamburger.
I went into town today (Mr Beloved dropped me in and picked me up) and it was INSANE! Apart from essential grocery runs to the local shops we are now officially AVOIDING THE SHOPS until it all calms down again.
So today we went for a little drive. Out to Crows Nest, to visit an antique store. We took a writer friend with us, since she has a similar twisted sense of humour.
(You really must clicky for biggy on these, they’re special)
The shop was very hot (being, as most such places are, really just a tin shed with a nicer front on it) and we were overwhelmed by furniture lust after a while – beautiful little writing desks and huuuuuuuge breakfront dressers, none of which would fit in our houses… not to mention all the odd little (overpriced) bits and pieces…
Then lunch at the bakery. Yum.
A quick stop at an op shop back in town to look for frames for our friend (who is an artist as well as a writer, and has an upcoming exhibition in February) then home.
(The photo is a bit overblown, but you should be able to see the pearl on Bolly’s wing – that’s where Allie gets it from.)
It was a windy day so my hair is extra frizzy – but I’m definitely having problems with my thyroid, even though the scan was normal. Things are tasting odd, my skin is superdry, my nails are brittle, my throat is sore, my voice is hoarse, I’m TIRED, my hands and feet are cold, my memory is extra wonky… I could go on listing symptoms but it’s pretty pointless, since I can’t do anything about it except try and convince the Very Helpful Psychiatrist to order blood tests when I have a skype call with her on Monday. I even know which blood tests I need. This might sound like I’m being a bit of a hypochondriac – rather, we’ve been down this path before, LAST time I needed the thyroxine dose increased. *sigh* And I need a referral to an endocrinologist, just to be on the safe side. BLOODY CHRISTMAS/ NEW YEARS, can’t get a thing done! Everybody shuts down ’til the start of February!
Yes, that’s young Allie, on the wrong side of the bars – very self satisfied! We’re quite sure he’s a boy, given the squarks – no copied words as yet, but quite a lot of noise.
And that’s his Mum, out for a stretch of the wings and some pampering. She adores having her beak rubbed and her chin and ear patches scratched.
I went to the physio about my jaw today. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand it turns out that most of the problems actually originate….
… from when I broke my L2 (that’s way down in my lower back). Bad posture from trying to compensate has exacerbated the problems that were already there and now I have HOMEWORK from the physio to start to sort it out. He manipulated my C2/C3 facet joints (I am now very sore) but the for the first time in years I could open my mouth fully and the joint didn’t go CLUNK, and I could turn my head all the way to the right! (I almost felt like an owl!)
So I’m very motivated to do the homework. Gently. But consistently. And I have to work on my balance. (Oops. I kinda knew about that already, the bruises were a hint…)
Still coughing, by the way. The cough medicine doesn’t really help after the first hour, nor does the asthma medication. It’s very embarrassing being anywhere public and having a cough that DOESN’T STOP! I feel like waving a sign saying “NOT INFECTIOUS, REALLY!!” I tried to get in to see my GP today but she’s away and then booked up until the 24th… I have an appointment with her on the 8th so I guess I’ll just have to wait until then. Such a hassle around Christmas/New Year getting anything done!
She’s a very smart poodle. I think she wanted me to look up ‘otalgia’ in the dictionary for her – despite the ear drops from Jules the Vet, poor Connie is still shaking her head about in the night. The swelling has settled down a lot, though.
And the university results for Semester 2 came out yesterday, and yes, we did add the marks up correctly – I got an A. (When we added it up the marks came to 83, which is 2 short of an HD… bugger.) So I did okay. (Insert lecture from mental health nurse here on importance of not being a perfectionist.)
BTW, the uni results came out early – no overall results yet (But in adding them up, I think I got a Distinction – 83 – for the semester). The marks I got back yesterday were: 88% for my portfolio and 83% for the revised version of my story. Pretty happy with that! I found out while I was at the CWA tea rooms with my two writing buddies – and they got similarly high marks (and even a little better.) We were all so excited!
The tea room closed at 3, so we moved to the upstairs section of the library, and then a HUUUUUUUUUUGE thundery hailstorm hit – the kind where the Bureau of Meteorology issues a warning with “THIS IS A VERY DANGEROUS THUNDERSTORM” written in a box on the map. We waited it out (after a quick rush to the library windows to shriek in awe at the size of the hailstones, and have people comment “I hope your car is undercover!” to which I replied “Nope, that’s why it’s insured!”)
Right. I am still coughing. Had a blood test to check if it’s whooping cough – if it was, I wouldn’t be infectious any longer anyway, since I’ve already been coughing for more than 3 weeks. Bloody charming. This despite having been vaccinated again after the 2011 flood (we had to get tetanus shots and these days you get a three-in-one of whooping cough, diphtheria, and tetanus.) But the whooping cough bug has MUTATED and so some adults who are getting their vaccinations aren’t getting protected. DAMN ALL YOU ANTI VAXERS who have let this happen! (BTW, I had my complete schedule of vaccinations as a kid – my Dad had polio so there was NO WAY we were missing a single shot/dose. Besides, back then, you HAD to show a completed card to get into preschool – I had no idea that was no longer the case until I heard it on the news up here a week or so ago! I was SHOCKED.)
And now I have to get back to writing. I have a story to edit, and I’m only just finding the thread that’s holding it together…