Today, for her, was one of those days.. she's dismal & a bit 'low'.. read very depressed.
A very sweet doctor saw her when she went on an unscheduled visit to the Vascular Unit. She looked at the horrid bulgy bruised place on her 'good' leg and said "this is very weird, are you taking any different medication, have you got anything else weird going on?", she then showed her the nasty dark marks on her thighs left by hives and the couple that are slowly, very slowly, going down.
"What! It looks as if you've been burnt with a cigarette, what is the drug, what are you taking it for", so she explained about the Timolol Maleate - that's the name I couldn't remember - and how she just cannot take it but has to go back to Moorfields again. "Certainly you cannot take this, that's a really incredibly strong reaction to a drug and they look very sore, it is almost certainly the cause of this problem on your leg, you must show your consultant this and the other marks".
And then she used mama's mobile phone to photograph them for mama, who is pretty clever but not that double jointed!
She came home via the market and bought us both a treat.. two of our favourite melons. We tend to eat our lunch later than at lunchtime and combine it with our supper at about 5.00pm and, for a treat, we have fruit and nuts at about 8.00pm, then I go to bed.. with mouse poisonous food!
Who knew that mice cannot eat Grapes and Walnuts? Both of which I love, so no more mice come a'calling and, at long last, my nights are peaceful.
She's back to Charing Cross to the audio dept tomorrow, home for a few hours and then off to the afternoon clinic at Moorfields. Life ain't very exciting at the moment, she feels not-so-great and is bored of feeling like this.
It is dreary when your body is sad and blue and these wretched things make her want to scream with their itching, clothes, which you have to wear, scratch the tops of the itchy hives and she would so dearly love to be someone else for a couple of months or just be able to hibernate and wake up with 'everything' better.
I know exactly how she feels, for that so-called nice man, Matthew my vet, has now told mama that my wretched collar has to stay on for at least another six weeks.. ugh. So here we are.. both in the ugh. But life is like this.. you can't expect it to be wonderful all the time ~ why not, say I?
GeeGee Parrot.
March 15th, 2016.
A very sweet doctor saw her when she went on an unscheduled visit to the Vascular Unit. She looked at the horrid bulgy bruised place on her 'good' leg and said "this is very weird, are you taking any different medication, have you got anything else weird going on?", she then showed her the nasty dark marks on her thighs left by hives and the couple that are slowly, very slowly, going down.
"What! It looks as if you've been burnt with a cigarette, what is the drug, what are you taking it for", so she explained about the Timolol Maleate - that's the name I couldn't remember - and how she just cannot take it but has to go back to Moorfields again. "Certainly you cannot take this, that's a really incredibly strong reaction to a drug and they look very sore, it is almost certainly the cause of this problem on your leg, you must show your consultant this and the other marks".
And then she used mama's mobile phone to photograph them for mama, who is pretty clever but not that double jointed!
She came home via the market and bought us both a treat.. two of our favourite melons. We tend to eat our lunch later than at lunchtime and combine it with our supper at about 5.00pm and, for a treat, we have fruit and nuts at about 8.00pm, then I go to bed.. with mouse poisonous food!
Who knew that mice cannot eat Grapes and Walnuts? Both of which I love, so no more mice come a'calling and, at long last, my nights are peaceful.
She's back to Charing Cross to the audio dept tomorrow, home for a few hours and then off to the afternoon clinic at Moorfields. Life ain't very exciting at the moment, she feels not-so-great and is bored of feeling like this.
It is dreary when your body is sad and blue and these wretched things make her want to scream with their itching, clothes, which you have to wear, scratch the tops of the itchy hives and she would so dearly love to be someone else for a couple of months or just be able to hibernate and wake up with 'everything' better.
I know exactly how she feels, for that so-called nice man, Matthew my vet, has now told mama that my wretched collar has to stay on for at least another six weeks.. ugh. So here we are.. both in the ugh. But life is like this.. you can't expect it to be wonderful all the time ~ why not, say I?
GeeGee Parrot.
March 15th, 2016.
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