The Audiologoist knew this when she did a pressure test on the bone behind her left ear and she told her to use the old trick of a Saline Nasal spray. She said you've a bug brewing and that was why we have written about all the things we do to kill a cold but, apparently, there was a really very BIG virus brewing.
And in the early evening on Friday on the way back from singing, it hit her.. BAM.. in her kidneys!
Somehow she made it home from the bus stop. Having had renal failure forty years ago she knew this pain and it was equally as bad, when she got home, she checked for blood in her urine, it was clear thank goodness.
She did the usual things that we have recently written about. She drank lots of fluids, her appetite has dropped to zero. She thought the pain level would drop.. hah-hah.. she went to bed with a heatpad, hoping to sleep.
Not a chance.. she slept no sleep on Friday night.
Saturday morning, she got up and made me one buttered egg and gave it to me in a little dish. But I am a tricky bird (to put it politely) and used to sitting on her whilst we BOTH eat the eggs. So when she left YumYum HQ.. HUH.. I stood there and did my pathetic 'don't go out of my sight' separatist squeak.
Poor mum, she had to come back and feed me, I know you think that I am big enough, old enough and ugly enough to eat my eggs by myself. But the truth is that we Parrots are creatures of habit and we don't like our habits being fiddled with.
She went back to bed having made sure that I had eaten something. I flew back into join her. It was most peculiar to see her in bed in day light. I squeaked and chirped and carried on like a fool to make her cheer up for it was mighty obvious that all was not well with my mum.
Many mugs of boiled water with lemon juice were consumed again and again, but the pain did not lessen. On one trip to the lavatory, she sat with her head in her hands and felt very sorry for herself. She turned her head to the left and her mouth fell open. What was that box on the window ledge?
She reached for the box and discovered a packet of Aspirin. A guest must have left it, for she doesn't use pain killers. Why? Well, she's very seldom sick or in pain. Which is why she hadn't gone in search of pain relief pills before. She uses Cayenne Pepper if she has a really bad sore throat but boiled water with sea salt is her favoured mouth wash / gargle.
At 2.00 of Saturday's afternoon clock she took two pills and went back to bed, they took twenty minutes to kick nasty pain into touch and she could sleep. She looked at the time and reckoned that if she rationed them she could get away with three doses in twenty four hours, having read 'Do not exceed 4 doses in 24 hours'.
What a good thing she's due to see her lovely GP on Monday and that our afternoon television has fabulous programmes, we are currently watching Zoologists in the rain forests in Guyana. With HUGE Otters, even bigger Anacondas and those spotted marvels, the Jaguar! Well, we won't make a habit of lolling about in bed in the day time but if you're really sick like she is..
Stay warm, drink lots of fluids, rest up and find great television.. next up is another BBC programme The Lost Land of the Jaguars.
But because she 'walks on the sunny side of the street'.. we're saying "thank you virus for not coming a day earlier" because she wouldn't have been able to go and sing and it explains why she didn't do yesterday's Mercy Run!
GeeGee Parrot.
February 8th, 2015.
And in the early evening on Friday on the way back from singing, it hit her.. BAM.. in her kidneys!
Somehow she made it home from the bus stop. Having had renal failure forty years ago she knew this pain and it was equally as bad, when she got home, she checked for blood in her urine, it was clear thank goodness.
She did the usual things that we have recently written about. She drank lots of fluids, her appetite has dropped to zero. She thought the pain level would drop.. hah-hah.. she went to bed with a heatpad, hoping to sleep.
Not a chance.. she slept no sleep on Friday night.
Saturday morning, she got up and made me one buttered egg and gave it to me in a little dish. But I am a tricky bird (to put it politely) and used to sitting on her whilst we BOTH eat the eggs. So when she left YumYum HQ.. HUH.. I stood there and did my pathetic 'don't go out of my sight' separatist squeak.
Poor mum, she had to come back and feed me, I know you think that I am big enough, old enough and ugly enough to eat my eggs by myself. But the truth is that we Parrots are creatures of habit and we don't like our habits being fiddled with.
She went back to bed having made sure that I had eaten something. I flew back into join her. It was most peculiar to see her in bed in day light. I squeaked and chirped and carried on like a fool to make her cheer up for it was mighty obvious that all was not well with my mum.
Many mugs of boiled water with lemon juice were consumed again and again, but the pain did not lessen. On one trip to the lavatory, she sat with her head in her hands and felt very sorry for herself. She turned her head to the left and her mouth fell open. What was that box on the window ledge?
She reached for the box and discovered a packet of Aspirin. A guest must have left it, for she doesn't use pain killers. Why? Well, she's very seldom sick or in pain. Which is why she hadn't gone in search of pain relief pills before. She uses Cayenne Pepper if she has a really bad sore throat but boiled water with sea salt is her favoured mouth wash / gargle.
At 2.00 of Saturday's afternoon clock she took two pills and went back to bed, they took twenty minutes to kick nasty pain into touch and she could sleep. She looked at the time and reckoned that if she rationed them she could get away with three doses in twenty four hours, having read 'Do not exceed 4 doses in 24 hours'.
What a good thing she's due to see her lovely GP on Monday and that our afternoon television has fabulous programmes, we are currently watching Zoologists in the rain forests in Guyana. With HUGE Otters, even bigger Anacondas and those spotted marvels, the Jaguar! Well, we won't make a habit of lolling about in bed in the day time but if you're really sick like she is..
Stay warm, drink lots of fluids, rest up and find great television.. next up is another BBC programme The Lost Land of the Jaguars.
But because she 'walks on the sunny side of the street'.. we're saying "thank you virus for not coming a day earlier" because she wouldn't have been able to go and sing and it explains why she didn't do yesterday's Mercy Run!
GeeGee Parrot.
February 8th, 2015.
Oh, poor, poor Mum! UTI's (as they are referred to in the US) are really awful. Hope the visit to the GP yesterday started remedying that situation. Yes, it's better to be jolly and go singing any day.
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