I made it to work today! Even though I was an hour and a half late, I still made it, and that is what counts. I don't think I could have taken another day sitting at my flat, no matter how much pain I'm in. I've cut out the pain tablets as I'm so done with feeling wonky and dizzy and sick to my stomach. I'm just on Tylenol now. It helps, but I still feel pretty weak. I took the bus and subway this morning. I had to wait for a bit, and there was a taxi in front of the stop, and for one second I thought I'd take it, but then I came to my senses and realised what a nightmare that would be, with all the bumps and potholes! I had left a pillow at work from the last surgery and glad I did. My bum definitely needs it. My bosses have been v. understanding, I'm v. lucky with that.
So, here I sit, at the office, still feeling like crap but really wanting to get back to my regular life. (But I do miss all of my mother's yummy home cooking!). I hate boredom and being cooped up, so time to make some plans! Well, not bike riding or anything, but something to get me out and about.
(Again, just want to say how amazing my family and friends are. Even when they are busy packing and then about to hop on a plane to S.A. find time to check in, or so busy with their three kids and birthday parties, ring me to say hi, and those that just have v. busy single lives and still find time to check in regularly. I hope you all know how much I appreciate you! It does mean the world to me, and I just want to say thank you!)
Good news are my bug bites are all gone and no more itching!!! (I probably just jinxed myself).
Bad news is that we've been through about 3 or 4 fishes in the last week. Martin died over a week ago, I got a replacement, and in two days he was gone, so brought him back to the shop, and they gave me a new one. That happened two more times over the last 5 days. I went in yesterday to tell them the latest had that cotton-like fuzz on it and they then mentioned something about air conditioning, and if it had been on. Seems that Bettas are v. sensitive to water temp and even if they're not near the a/c, it can cool the water, then bacteria or fungus grows, and then they're a goner. Wish someone had said something sooner. It does make sense though because Martin had been doing fine until the air was turned on. I think I will wait until the fall to get a new one! I can't take anymore dead fish!
