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? ↩