This week has been less than exciting. I’ve had a headache for a bit over a week, which in itself was fine. I make tough cookies look like dainty little cupcakes. It was fine right up until the point it turned into a migraine with all its best friends, like nausea and photosensitivity and pain everywhere.
I found a new doctor. I needed to get a certificate to say that I’m not putting it on. Doctors are expensive. I mean, I got a fair amount back from medicare, but I had to go to the chemist and get myself some magic anti-migraine tablets that stop migraines from taking hold, and some asthma meds, and I had to catch taxis to and from the surgery. It’s all because I couldn’t get in to see my old doctor. That seems to be the way of it these days. I rang and asked for an appointment and was told they could squeeze me into a short consultation in two weeks. Here’s a bit of a newsflash: I NEED A DOCTOR NOW, NOT IN TWO WEEKS! Can you imagine if I called and said I have chest pains? “Sorry, madam, but the doctor isn’t available for quite some time. Perhaps if you haven’t died from a heart attack in the next month we might be able to arrange for the doctor to see you then.” I wonder how many people die because they can’t get an appointment for two weeks. (Minor side point: I don’t have chest pains. If you do have chest pains, you should probably skip the two week wait for the doctor and go straight to hospital.)
In other news, that bunny of mine, Charlie, has got himself some pet field mice. I kid you not. I noticed them a couple of months ago, burrowing under his hutch and stealing his food and the like. I moved his hutch recently, leaving behind the mouse house, and I noticed Charlie acting oddly. Charlie doesn’t mind cats; he either ignores them or tries to make friends with them or he chases them if they bat his face. Anyway, in the first couple of days after I moved the hutch, I saw Charlie ignoring the local cats when they were looking at him, but as soon as they went near the mouse house, he went psycho. He was thumping the ground, growling (yes, bunnies growl) and generally looking distressed and angry. After about a week, the crazy protective behaviour stopped and I thought that either the mice have moved on or they’ve all been killed by the murderous cats. Then, the other day I heard squeaking from the upstairs of Charlie’s Mansion-Hutch. And I knew then that Charlie had let the mice move in. Seriously, my bunny is a punk. If he didn’t like the mice, they wouldn’t be there. I’ve been on the receiving end of his teeth and feet so trust me when I say that he’s a tough nut and can take care of himself (he chases cats). My pet has pets.
Charlie, why do you have pet mice? You are a pet! Why do you need pets?
Now, I know you probably already know this, but tea is awesome. I’d like to take this opportunity to shout out to tea and its amazing ability to make a person’s life suck less. Have you ever been having a terrible week and then you sit down with a book and a cup of tea and suddenly the whole world can get jacked, because you’ve spontaneously become awesome? That happens to me frequently, especially when I’m drinking tea. Or it could be because I’m a rockstar. Either way, tea is brilliant!
When you’ve had a headache for a week and a half, and a migraine for two days, it probably means it’s tea time.
Peace out, y’all!