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.
Yes, Allie is a Very Pretty Bird, and was much admired by Jules the Vet.
Jules the Vet was here because poor Connie has an ear infection. Her left ear canal is all swollen and red and yeasty smelling, and she had to have a muzzle on while Jules the Vet massaged cleaning solution in there and got some special ear drops down inside the swelling. It could have started with an underlying allergy or something as simple as some dirt or a scratch but it has to get cleared up, because poor Connie is miserable. She is being very patient though, wearing the Cone of Shame.
Meanwhile, Caity had a skype video conference with the Very Helpful Psychiatrist this morning. I explained how I’d discovered that if I leave one earbud of my phone radio in all night, it stops the voices in my head (replacing them with the lovely Radio National voices, without disturbing Mr Beloved) and switches off my brain enough so I can SLEEP! And if I wake up during the night I listen to the radio for a little while but then go back to sleep. My Dad has been leaving a radio on low to get to get sleep for years, I should have tried it before this.
The VHP says it works because it’s like white noise. I’ve tried those recordings of white noise or the surf? and THEY DON’T WORK for me. Has to be voices. Music makes me visualise the notes of the music (seriously, I try to write out the entire orchestral parts, like I was writing the conductor’s score in my head in black ink); “ambient” music just drives me nuts. Can’t be talkback radio, either – has to be the long form doco or interview sort of stuff that RN does.
And Mr Beloved was up watching the last F1 Grand Prix for the year (mostly because it was Mark Webber’s last F1 drive) and it confirmed (yet again) that I simply CANNOT sleep while there is bright blue TV light leaking into my eyes. UGH! Doesn’t help that I still can’t use my CPAP machine because of this wretched cough, which is STILL hanging around. 1
I am rather zombified today.
Off to the mental health nurse tomorrow and then the Dreaded Dentist. When the Dental Practice 2 called to remind me of my appointment tomorrow I suggested I come in early because I know the anesthesia takes a while to work on me. (Something to do with my bad circulation?)
- The blood test results for Whooping Cough came back negative… but I am still doing a rather good impersonation of someone with Whooping Cough. Please Explain. Latest Theory, proposed by the VHP (who had a similar case in another patient): thyroid issues/goitre, pressing on trachea. Off for ultrasound scan on Monday. ↩
- Why is it called a Practice, BTW? You reckon they’d be good at it by the time they get to open their own place? ↩
So Allie is a Very Pretty Bird.
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.)
Meanwhile, Caity went to the Dreaded Dentist yesterday, for my 6 monthly checkup and clean. I mentioned my TMJ (tempero-mandibular joint) problems (yet another legacy from my violent first marriage) so he sent me off for an X ray. Yep, there’s a issue there. Looks like instead of my CPAP machine we’ll be trying a different kind of splint at night, one that helps to keep the jaw in place…
Oh, and the xray picked up two decayed places underneath some older fillings, so guess who gets to go back to the Dreaded Dentist next week? ARRRRRRRRGHH! Break out the anxiolytics again… if there’s anything I really FEAR at the dentist it’s those needles right at the back of the jaw. *shudder* It was inevitable, I guess, since I’ve had some of those back fillings for an awful long time…
Right. Time to go print off my story and go to writer’s group. That’s a much happier thought!
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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…
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The babies are getting handled, briefly, at least once a day, while their Mum (dear old Bolly Bird) has her bath and feed. She doesn’t mind at all.