Three Winged Circus

The past two weeks have been a whirlwind of events, hence the title three "winged" circus.

First event-the great "cough drop" debate.  I've been having chronic sinus infections that have been treated with in doctor terms "bazooka antibiotics."  I saw my brilliant allergist who shipped me off to have the dreaded CT.  Much to my delight, my primary care physician has a Cat Scan in their office.  Of course they wouldn't allow me to have the ct done there as my order physician was my allergist...not part of the doctor complex.  This meant I had to go to the dreaded hospital for my ct...dry heaving as I write about it.  As many of you know, I have an extreme phobia of hospitals.  I scheduled my ct scan for 7:30 in the morning and warned the department that I was coming loaded with Xanax and antibacterial accessories.  Fast forward to the next day, I get a phone call from the allergist stating that they found a "mass" in my mouth and that I needed to contact my dentist or oral surgeon right away.   Instant Meltdown....Fast Forward again to the dentist visit..With the support of my faithful husband, we braved the maze of the hospital to get my ct films and went to see my dentist.  Much to my surprise, he can't find the "mass" in my mouth and being the wonderful guy that he is, he called the head of radiology to try and figure out what was going on.  The dentist asked me if I had gum or anything in my mouth the morning of the scan....<deer in the headlight look>...I couldn't remember what I wore that day let alone what was in my mouth.  I was fortunate enough to remind them that I had a nose ring.  After much discussion with the radiologist, the magic/dreaded word came out of his mouth....Rescan....WHAT?!!!  So the next day I was contacted by the hospital, who was more than accommodating with my work schedule.  They were sure to make sure that I didn't have anything in my mouth this time.  I even was to wait on the ct table while the head of radiology came to read my scans...Surprise, there's no mass...I did have a cough drop in my mouth...How embarrassed am I....The radiologist was apologetic for my undue stress, and saying his staff should have reminded me....It's not their fault by any means, these things happen and they were so wonderful about the incident...But you know I was the discussion at the water cooler...."you know that crazy girl who came in last week, well boy was she a trip..."  I'm just so thankful that I didn't have a mass and that we could laugh about the event..However, allergy testing is next week....I'm getting to be a pro at this stuff...5 sinus ct's under my belt and 4th time for allergy testing....my luck I'll be allergic to cough drops...I'll never live that one down.

Second Event-CiCi loses her tail feathers.  My poor baby parakeet looks like she's lost part of her body.  Of course it was the day that I found out that there wasn't a mass and was over the moon, but very run down from all the stress and anxiety.  Bill was out for the night, so I spent a little bit of time with the birds in the living room.  The parrots were on top of their cage while the keets were taking turns playing cause and effect...flying of the cage, yelling at each other, and all the other things the "rodeo clowns" do.  I was getting all the birds rounded up because I was afraid I would fall asleep and wake with bird poop everywhere.  Poor CiCi was trying to get back to her cage when I slipped and found her under my foot.  I was so scared that I had killed her but to my surprise she was still alive, but the poor baby was losing her feathers as each second went by.  I scooped her up and took her over to the sink to asses the damage.  Her entire back is naked of all her tail feathers.  I called Bill and sobbed once again on the phone....Thankfully she's still the same happy bird minus some feathers.  Somewhere, my name has fallen onto the "wall of shame"

Third event-Trip to the Vet for the parrots. I'm proud to report that they are healthy a few modifications to diets and exercise are needed, but for being parrot parents for only two months, we've earned the seal of approval from the vet.  We return in ONE YEAR for another wellness check-up.  Both Big Girl and Rockie were champs.  Of course I'm sure we embarrassed them as Mom and Dad coming walking in with their "yellow and blue" blankies to match their colors..yellow crowned, blue fronted.  I also had a diaper bag of baby wipes, bottled water, our hand towels because the scent of home may comfort them, treats, food....All for just one little trip to the vet.  Spoiled brats! 

Thankfully this two week span has come to an end and I'm so excited to lay my head down on my pillow and try to catch up on the lost hours of sleep I've had over the past two weeks.  Many prayers were sent up for me and my family and I'm so thankful for a wonderful support system, even though it was a cough drop, the time in between was a nightmare.  CiCi losing her feathers was tragic for me, but she's still showing the other keets that it doesn't take a tail to keep her from moving around...And I'm so very relieved to find out that the parrots are doing so well and are HEALTHY!!!

New topic for discussion at our house is to microchip the parrots......Due to religious beliefs Bill and I are indifferent.....

Good Night from the Anthony Nest!!! 

disclaimer-drool spots are to be disregarded as the author is falling asleep as she's typing....