First of all, I want to apologize for my whining in the last 2 posts. I had a bad couple of days, but I'm much better now. I was taking some Tylenol 3's for the pain for my iritis, and I find the codeine seems to depress me. I only take them when I absolutely have to. It also constipates me, so I can't poop and I feel down...that could be a deadly combination. But I'm done with them for now, and feeling much better, including my eye.
I went for my weekly eye surgery on Thursday. They were supposed to do the left eye this week, but of course, it was the one with iritis, so they gave me medicine for it and did the right eye again. It was not fun! It really hurt this time and I was not impressed. But if I want to keep my eyesight, this is the only way. The Dr. was very nice, and I was just holding onto the hand grips on the machine for dear life. I was surprised I didn't actually pull the suckers right off! But I'm sure the machine was worth a billion dollars and I didn't want to have to pay for a new one as I didn't have my billfold on me at the time. There goes my lunch money...
Anyhoo, now I know I seem to whine a lot on here, but in actual fact, I am very good with pain and weird procedures. I'm not afraid of pain, and lets face it, I have been in chronic pain for a couple of years. But I manage just fine. But this eye thing was so painful this time, as soon as I left the Dr.'s office which is in this huge hospital in Toronto, I began to cry. I don't think it was really the pain, but I could hardly see to find my way out of the hospital, and then I found the car only because Hubby parks in the exact same place. He took one look at me and was upset. He said he hates to see me cry. I wasn't really crying from the pain, because that was all over, I think I was just feeling a bit frustrated over the whole thing. If you're wondering why Hubby didn't come up with me, I told him not to because it's like $12 to park and there's a free parking area if you stay with the car. He said next time he was coming up, but there's no point. I'm fine by myself and there is nothing he can do about the pain and frustration. I made it out of the hospital just fine. So, being the true fat couple we are...he bought me lunch and I had a smile from ear to ear within five minutes! He does know what to do, my wonderful man. My eye was fine after that, it does not hurt after the operation at all. Enough about that, I just wanted to keep you all up to date.
Poppy still has 5 eggs (5!). What a circus it will be to hand feed all of them. It was busy enough with Gus and Queenie but 5?! Help me....so Holly, the cheerful little monster she can be, announced that including the eggs if they hatch, we will have a grand total of 10 birds...eeeeek! Gosh, I hope I can sell them or we're screwed. We love our birds, but they are noisy at times. Gus and Queenie have their fierce talking time between 2 and 5 in the afternoon. They are actually asleep beside each other the whole time, but they are screaming in each others ears, while sleeping. But I do love them to pieces. I have absolutely no idea why they are called 'love birds' except they will cuddle with each other, when they're not fighting and biting each other on the feet. They are little war birds really, but can be so sweet at times. Not often though. We take them out every day for fun and games and it's us against them. They have this terrible habit of grabbing my nose ring and twisting it, which brings tears to my eyes. They do the same with Holly. Now with Hubby, I laugh until I almost pee. They head right for his glasses and stand on his face to do it. He'll say..'Ow..ow!' and I'll look over and there's a bird sitting on each lens. You have to see it. I'm going to get a picture of it for you because it is truly slapstick comedy at it's best! They are so lucky we love them.
Anyway, that's pretty well all for now.
Take care everyone and have a great Monday.