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Day 1: Mental Health Time Off
Aug. 1st, 2012 12:41 pm12^C and dripping. The rain has finally arrived, but the state has recorded its driest July since records began back in the 1880s. I caught up on sleep, still aching in all the places one aches when one spends way too much time in an office chair in front of a computer. Tidied my desk drawers while looking for something and downloaded a police clearance form from work that I have to fill in. Again. This is just in case I've decided to go to the dark side since I did my last one. Drank a few cups of tea. Checked the state of the sky, since I need to go food shopping. Right now I have a few hunks of cheese and not much else.
I called the vet to prod them about a medication they're supposed to be ordering in for Griffin. They're usually faster than this and I like to check just in case it somehow never got ordered, which can happen. Griffin's one of my mature rats with a persistent respiratory problem that hasn't responded to the usual drugs, so now we're in experimental territory. Vet thinks what we're hearing now is lung damage, rather than a fresh infection. That's not good news either but it could be worse; he's a big tough rat who carries on as normal, terrorising the young rats in the other groups if they dare to come on to the couch while Griffin is there. I'd be more sympathetic if I hadn't seen them teasing Griff through the bars when he's shut in his cage and they're free, reaching out to tap his hand through the bars and jumping out of reach when he lunges. Hopefully the new medication will be the one to do the trick.
I've got the paperwork sorted out to do my tax return while I'm on this five-day break. That will be fun, but since my usual tax agents put their prices up, I decided I'd have to do it myself, even if I'm not as sharp at finding all the dodges. I mean to get some writing done as well, soon as the aches and pains fade a bit, which they probably won't unless I leave the computer alone for awhile. Also I could use something fun to do. It feels like forever since I did anything that wasn't purely routine and mundane.
I called the vet to prod them about a medication they're supposed to be ordering in for Griffin. They're usually faster than this and I like to check just in case it somehow never got ordered, which can happen. Griffin's one of my mature rats with a persistent respiratory problem that hasn't responded to the usual drugs, so now we're in experimental territory. Vet thinks what we're hearing now is lung damage, rather than a fresh infection. That's not good news either but it could be worse; he's a big tough rat who carries on as normal, terrorising the young rats in the other groups if they dare to come on to the couch while Griffin is there. I'd be more sympathetic if I hadn't seen them teasing Griff through the bars when he's shut in his cage and they're free, reaching out to tap his hand through the bars and jumping out of reach when he lunges. Hopefully the new medication will be the one to do the trick.
I've got the paperwork sorted out to do my tax return while I'm on this five-day break. That will be fun, but since my usual tax agents put their prices up, I decided I'd have to do it myself, even if I'm not as sharp at finding all the dodges. I mean to get some writing done as well, soon as the aches and pains fade a bit, which they probably won't unless I leave the computer alone for awhile. Also I could use something fun to do. It feels like forever since I did anything that wasn't purely routine and mundane.
