I feel like such a complete and utter bastard.
I have a fish tank in my living room. It’s not small (180l / 40ImpGallons / 50USGallons ). It’s full of mollys, platys, plecos, tetras and shrimp. There’s a good number of plants and there are many more platys and mollys than there were because they keep shagging.
Except there’s now one less platy than before.
I knew that one of my mollys had a touch of fungus on one of his eyes, so I went out an bought myself a little 20l tank to use as a quarantine tank while I treat him. Fishing him out, I realised that one of my pregnant platys had little flecks of white on her sides and she wasn’t swimming right. Too many fish and too many hiding places I hadn’t noticed how bad it was.
7 hours later and its obvious that she’s not getting better. Worse than that, she’s now pointing downwards and showing no interest in swimming.
I should have been able to do the right thing. I should have been able to take a little sharp knife and knick the back of her neck. Instead, all I could do is fish her out and watch her suffocate in the open air.
I feel so empty.
What a wonderful Saturday…
There was a film I saw years ago which had a recurring ‘joke’/theme about a camera with only one shot left on it. The photographer keeps seeing more and more incredible things and always holding back from taking the shot incase something more incredible happens. In the end the photographer wastes the shot by taking a picture of the co-star, which I’m sure we can all agree is just plain silly.
Mind you, I’m fairly sure the film was in one of the Indiana Jones or Romancing the Stone type genre filmes, so it had to be expected.
I’m currently doing the same thing with my pills.
I’ve got just two 15/500 co-codamol pills left. The 8/500s do nothing for my jaw and the 10/500 co-drydamol pills that I didn’t pilfer from my grandfathers bedroom pharmacy didn’t do anything for me. So, I’m sat here, in pain, with my last two co-codamol, staring lovingly at them, but not daring to take because the pain might be worse later on…
Why do temporary fillings taste so bad? who was it who decided “the person has a mouth full of hurt and toothy badness, so let’s add that exciting taste of polyfilla”? it’s a horrific bitter taste that just never goes away. It’s obviously leeching some pretty awful chemicals into my mouth right now.
So here is my question. Given that it’s only in the mouth for a short period of time, why don’t they infuse the filling with a mild painkiller and some strawberry flavouring? Less pain, less evil taste, and less moaning from me…
Does anyone else self doubt when they are feeling ill?
Right now I feel like my head has taken on Neanderthal shape; it hurts, it’s foggy and all I want to do is grunt at people and stick a pointy stick into a
bee hive to get honey big jar of honey to try and soothe my throat The fact my throat hurts isn’t a good sign… normally I avoid sore throats since I had my tonsils ripped out. If I’ve still got a sore throat this could be a major lurgy coming to take me down.
All the time, however, there’s this little voice moaning at me, telling me I’m pathetic and that if I just tried then I would feel much more awake. Annoyingly, there’s a voice on my other shoulder which is convinced that I’d feel better if I went and raided the sweetie box in the kitchen. It’s probably right.
Most people have an angel and a devil on their shoulders. I have a school nurse and a sweet shop owner.