Tonight's movie was THE KINGS SPEECH. Starring Colin Firth, Helena Botham, Geoffrey Rush and Guy Pearce to name a few.
A special mention to the Indian guy who shared the cinema with us. His performance consisted of a change of seating arrangement at least five (5) times and a excursion out of the cinema at least four (4) times. As to why he was so fidgety I am not sure. Here are a few speculations:
1. Bad Vindaloo curry
2. Worm infestation
3. Heavy smoker
4. Our giggling at his expense offended him
5. Left the kids in the car and had to go check on them
6. Didn’t have a watch so had to go outside to see where the moon was to tell the time
7. Dicky bladder
8. Thought he might see some extra action from us because we were alone in the Cinema
9. Nipped into other Cinema's to check out what they were watching
10. Was in the autodialler for a call centre so had to keep taking phone calls
In the end he had the whole Cinema of chairs to choose from (I mean, literally the WHOLE Cinema apart from the two we had our bums on) and he sat in the same row as us.
All in all I think his performance was brave, not only because he attended a late night movie alone, but because he put up with us sniggering like school kids and digging each other in the ribs whenever he made a move for the door or another seat.
On a brighter note: My legs don’t seem to want to function today, I am not sure if it's fatigue or the after effects of our alcohol consumption last night, but either way, I seriously need a massage.
All that being said, the movie was tremendous. We both really enjoyed it and others have said that it was really good.. I say go see it, 9 out of 10!
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Lazy Sunday
Everyone loves a lazy Sunday right?
Sleep in till 10am... Phone calls to/from loved ones whilst still lazing about in bed.
Followed by a check of the painting job completed yesterday and a check of what else needs to be done.. Time for a strong coffee and raisin toast, let the girls out for a frolic before it gets too hot. Have some quality time with the sofa and watch a few episodes of Dexter Season 4 before heading to the movies with Aaron later this evening.
I had a dream last night. It was about girl guides knocking on the door to sell cookies..
They came inside while I was going to get money.. It was in another house, not mine, not Mum and Dad's
I caught one of them stealing perfume from my sisters room and kicked them both out quick smart.
I am not sure what that means.. Maybe I shouldn't be trusting someone who appears honest and trusting? Or maybe I should just be saying "NO!" to cookies :)
Sleep in till 10am... Phone calls to/from loved ones whilst still lazing about in bed.
Followed by a check of the painting job completed yesterday and a check of what else needs to be done.. Time for a strong coffee and raisin toast, let the girls out for a frolic before it gets too hot. Have some quality time with the sofa and watch a few episodes of Dexter Season 4 before heading to the movies with Aaron later this evening.
I had a dream last night. It was about girl guides knocking on the door to sell cookies..
They came inside while I was going to get money.. It was in another house, not mine, not Mum and Dad's
I caught one of them stealing perfume from my sisters room and kicked them both out quick smart.
I am not sure what that means.. Maybe I shouldn't be trusting someone who appears honest and trusting? Or maybe I should just be saying "NO!" to cookies :)
Monday, January 24, 2011
TUNNEL OF DDDOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!
Friday was torture treatment day...
The morning started with a 6am wake up. Mum and I had to be at Hospital at 8am and it was suggested I take my Diazepam 30 minutes before going into the tunnel o' torture...
Wisely I waited until we got into the hospital car park before I actually took the diazepam which took effect within a short time.
My nerves weren't too bad considering I had been dreading this day for weeks.. But thanks to the count down provided by K2 it just drew closer and closer. Fortunately I had my Mummy with me :)
When we arrived at Imaging we realised I had forgotten my referral for the MRI from Dr H (doh!) so one of his Registrar's were paged and she wrote up a new one and it all happened so quickly and I was undressed (I do remember a conversation with the nurse about my bra and where I purchased it because she thought it was pretty and wanted one) and sitting in a chair wearing a stunning pale blue hospital gown with the vampire who was trying to find one of my small veins before I knew what was going on.. I will blame this loss of time on the Diazepam because I was rather dopey (surprise surprise).
Unfortunately for me, I have very small veins (I guess there is a line there about getting blood out of a stone) So, it took three (3) vampires to actually get a vein (sorry for those who don't like needles).
QUESTION: Can you lay on your back dead still for 90 minutes while you're being jiggled around back and forth in a tight tunnel while your head and neck and shoulders are pinned down in a brace and a cannular in your arm? Sounds daunting doesn’t it? Admittedly you do have an eye mask on and ear plugs in your ears as well as a "panic button" which I was holding in my right hand however I also had a syringe of contrast that I was holding in my left hand that was connected to the cannular in my left elbow.
By the time they actually put me on the MRI table I had lost my sense of humour and the diazepam had worn off. So I was going into the "tunnel of doom" ("TOD") pissed off and unmedicated… God help them!
About three quarters the way though (I estimate) I was pulled half out of the "TOD" and the Technician checked my welfare and then advised me he was going to give me the contrast. At this point I was BUSTING to go to the toilet and advised him that I needed to pee and asked him how much longer it would be. He told me five or ten minutes and could I hold on? I guess I didn’t have a choice because he has already injected the contrast and I was a captive audience. No pee break for me… So, back into the "TOD" I go..
You know how you are SO damned busting to go to the toilet that is ALL you can think about? It consumes you… You lay there with your bladder pulsating, it becomes even more uncomfortable each and every minute, especially when the bed is moving back and forth and jiggling as well at some points.. All you can think about is how you are so desperate for that relief.. This is me, trapped.. I thought how the hell am I going to get my mind off this incessant desire? For a while there I thought I was going to drop the lot.. BUT, then I realised I had to get my mind off it.. So, for the next FORTY minutes I sang (in my head)… I had a choice of either Monty Python's "I'm a Lumberjack" or Kenny Rogers "The Gambler".. I chose "I'm a Lumberjack for a few reasons:
1. It's more up beat than "The Gambler"
2. I knew all the words
3. Positive affirmation "I'm a Lumberjack and I'm OK!"
4. "The Gambler" talks about drinking and that's the last thing I wanted to think about.
When they pulled me out I pointed my finger at the Technician who told me "10 minutes", gave him "the look" and said in a stern voice "you lied to me!" he laughed and said "oh, didn’t it FEEL like 10 minutes?"
I wanted to kick him in the arse and ask him what that felt like just to make sure his perception of things was reality. But I didn't think that would be appropriate.
Anyway, all's well that ends well.. and they were having a joke with me about my inability to stand and picking on me because I needed to pee and trying to make me laugh (it worked). Then after a brief wait for the toot and a change out of my sexy hospital gown into my clothes I discovered Mother in the waiting room having a delightful conversation with all the other patients waiting for Imaging. Why is it that she can always make a friend no matter the situation? LOL, she's just one of those types of people who attracts others I think.
Once we got home I had a look at one of the film's and didn’t particularly like that I saw which has put me in a bit of an off mood. I've convinced myself that I'm going to get some bad news, so if I get good news I will be on top of the world.
So, now it's off to see Dr H on the 8th February with my pile of scans then to see Dr N on the 10th Feb to get the all clear on the Cervical Cancer front - here's hoping it's all good news.
It has to be good news, because I won $12.75 in the Lotto yesterday!!!!!!!!
Note: Thanks to Jen and Clarkie for singing "I'm a Lumberjack" to me that many times that it's now memorised. Thanks to Mum, Dad, Kez, Geoff, Aaron and Dave for your support and patience.
The morning started with a 6am wake up. Mum and I had to be at Hospital at 8am and it was suggested I take my Diazepam 30 minutes before going into the tunnel o' torture...
Wisely I waited until we got into the hospital car park before I actually took the diazepam which took effect within a short time.
My nerves weren't too bad considering I had been dreading this day for weeks.. But thanks to the count down provided by K2 it just drew closer and closer. Fortunately I had my Mummy with me :)
When we arrived at Imaging we realised I had forgotten my referral for the MRI from Dr H (doh!) so one of his Registrar's were paged and she wrote up a new one and it all happened so quickly and I was undressed (I do remember a conversation with the nurse about my bra and where I purchased it because she thought it was pretty and wanted one) and sitting in a chair wearing a stunning pale blue hospital gown with the vampire who was trying to find one of my small veins before I knew what was going on.. I will blame this loss of time on the Diazepam because I was rather dopey (surprise surprise).
Unfortunately for me, I have very small veins (I guess there is a line there about getting blood out of a stone) So, it took three (3) vampires to actually get a vein (sorry for those who don't like needles).
QUESTION: Can you lay on your back dead still for 90 minutes while you're being jiggled around back and forth in a tight tunnel while your head and neck and shoulders are pinned down in a brace and a cannular in your arm? Sounds daunting doesn’t it? Admittedly you do have an eye mask on and ear plugs in your ears as well as a "panic button" which I was holding in my right hand however I also had a syringe of contrast that I was holding in my left hand that was connected to the cannular in my left elbow.
By the time they actually put me on the MRI table I had lost my sense of humour and the diazepam had worn off. So I was going into the "tunnel of doom" ("TOD") pissed off and unmedicated… God help them!
About three quarters the way though (I estimate) I was pulled half out of the "TOD" and the Technician checked my welfare and then advised me he was going to give me the contrast. At this point I was BUSTING to go to the toilet and advised him that I needed to pee and asked him how much longer it would be. He told me five or ten minutes and could I hold on? I guess I didn’t have a choice because he has already injected the contrast and I was a captive audience. No pee break for me… So, back into the "TOD" I go..
You know how you are SO damned busting to go to the toilet that is ALL you can think about? It consumes you… You lay there with your bladder pulsating, it becomes even more uncomfortable each and every minute, especially when the bed is moving back and forth and jiggling as well at some points.. All you can think about is how you are so desperate for that relief.. This is me, trapped.. I thought how the hell am I going to get my mind off this incessant desire? For a while there I thought I was going to drop the lot.. BUT, then I realised I had to get my mind off it.. So, for the next FORTY minutes I sang (in my head)… I had a choice of either Monty Python's "I'm a Lumberjack" or Kenny Rogers "The Gambler".. I chose "I'm a Lumberjack for a few reasons:
1. It's more up beat than "The Gambler"
2. I knew all the words
3. Positive affirmation "I'm a Lumberjack and I'm OK!"
4. "The Gambler" talks about drinking and that's the last thing I wanted to think about.
When they pulled me out I pointed my finger at the Technician who told me "10 minutes", gave him "the look" and said in a stern voice "you lied to me!" he laughed and said "oh, didn’t it FEEL like 10 minutes?"
I wanted to kick him in the arse and ask him what that felt like just to make sure his perception of things was reality. But I didn't think that would be appropriate.
Anyway, all's well that ends well.. and they were having a joke with me about my inability to stand and picking on me because I needed to pee and trying to make me laugh (it worked). Then after a brief wait for the toot and a change out of my sexy hospital gown into my clothes I discovered Mother in the waiting room having a delightful conversation with all the other patients waiting for Imaging. Why is it that she can always make a friend no matter the situation? LOL, she's just one of those types of people who attracts others I think.
Once we got home I had a look at one of the film's and didn’t particularly like that I saw which has put me in a bit of an off mood. I've convinced myself that I'm going to get some bad news, so if I get good news I will be on top of the world.
So, now it's off to see Dr H on the 8th February with my pile of scans then to see Dr N on the 10th Feb to get the all clear on the Cervical Cancer front - here's hoping it's all good news.
It has to be good news, because I won $12.75 in the Lotto yesterday!!!!!!!!
Note: Thanks to Jen and Clarkie for singing "I'm a Lumberjack" to me that many times that it's now memorised. Thanks to Mum, Dad, Kez, Geoff, Aaron and Dave for your support and patience.
Failure
Why do I try and get ahead in life?
My brain is failing... My body is failing...
I should just give up now. But there are far too many things that are left unfinished. Maybe when I finish painting the laundry I'll give up.
My brain is failing... My body is failing...
I should just give up now. But there are far too many things that are left unfinished. Maybe when I finish painting the laundry I'll give up.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Moving on........
Recently I've been looking at the prospect of moving to the Nation's Capital.. Mostly because I am over the traffic and I think it might be time for a change. Apparently a change is as good as a holiday.. Apparently. Whilst I love my job and I love what I do I am very much over this City!
Recently a friend pointed out to me the issue with the weather in Canberra being much colder than the climate I currently live in. Whilst I do originally come from the Coast where your undies can freeze on the Hills Hoist over night on a really cold night and the milk freezes in the cow's udders (ok, so that is a slight exaggeration), Canberra might be a slightly different story. Lord knows I've heard it can even snow there!
I will admit that there is one bonus that I've recently heard and that is that there is apparently an influx of single men in Canberra.. This could be a promising outcome of moving out of this cesspool.
I see a few solutions for the colder weather issue that I may face if/once I do move to the Nations Capital.
1. Buy a Snuggy
2. Buy an electric blanket
3. Engage someone to share body warmth
4. Don't move to Canberra, move to Cairns.
5. Buy warmer clothes
6. Install insulation: Put on more whale blubber
7. Avoidance - Get a job where I have to be overseas during the Aussie Winter months.
8. Adopt more pets. Cat's will provide a warmer environment.
9. Stop wearing undies.
10. "Suck it up Princess" and stay put.
Recently a friend pointed out to me the issue with the weather in Canberra being much colder than the climate I currently live in. Whilst I do originally come from the Coast where your undies can freeze on the Hills Hoist over night on a really cold night and the milk freezes in the cow's udders (ok, so that is a slight exaggeration), Canberra might be a slightly different story. Lord knows I've heard it can even snow there!
I will admit that there is one bonus that I've recently heard and that is that there is apparently an influx of single men in Canberra.. This could be a promising outcome of moving out of this cesspool.
I see a few solutions for the colder weather issue that I may face if/once I do move to the Nations Capital.
1. Buy a Snuggy
2. Buy an electric blanket
3. Engage someone to share body warmth
4. Don't move to Canberra, move to Cairns.
5. Buy warmer clothes
6. Install insulation: Put on more whale blubber
7. Avoidance - Get a job where I have to be overseas during the Aussie Winter months.
8. Adopt more pets. Cat's will provide a warmer environment.
9. Stop wearing undies.
10. "Suck it up Princess" and stay put.
Monday, January 17, 2011
The twelfth night, NOT the thirteenth or after......
"Now on the first day you shall take for yourselves the foliage of beautiful trees, palm branches and boughs of leafy trees and willows of the brook, and you shall rejoice before the LORD your God for seven days. " (Leviticus 23:40)
Today is the 17th January 2011. I thought that Christmas decorations are traditionally taken down on twelfth Night or the evening of January 5th. I also thought that it was unlucky to take the decorations down after the 12th night. So, does that mean that EVERYONE in this office building will be unlucky? Hells bells I hope not! So far 2011 is going very well for me.
Whilst Googling and researching this subject to ensure my thoughts were fact - or as close to it as possible (let's not let it be said that I fabricate things……..). I found something VERY interesting:
"Long ago it was thought that leaving the decorations up would cause a disaster. People believed that tree-spirits lived in the greenery (holy, ivy etc) they decorated their houses with.
The greenery was brought into the house to provide a safe haven for the tree-spirits during the harsh midwinter days. Once this period was over it was necessary to return the greenery back outside to release the tree-spirits into the countryside once again.
Failure to do this would mean that vegetation would not be able to start growing again (spring would not return), leading to an agricultural disaster."
Holy snappin duck poo! All of the lackadaisical people out there who haven't taken their Christmas decorations down (including this office) have caused all the flooding in Eastern Australia, the major fires in Western Australia not to mention the plague of Locusts that are swarming Western New South Wales!!!!!!!! I reckon it might also be the reason why our Cricket game is off too!
This could also be the reasoning for all the birds/fish falling out of the sky dead recently as well as the larger number of whales beaching themselves..
Please note that as yet we have not got to the famine phase I think that's because most of us have been good and already taken our decorations down as to not piss off the God's of Christmas (or who ever they are that goven these things).
People of Australia, I beg of you to ensure that you remove your Christmas decorations promptly on the 5th of January each year… I will take it on as my duty to remind you all in fear of another natural disaster.
Today is the 17th January 2011. I thought that Christmas decorations are traditionally taken down on twelfth Night or the evening of January 5th. I also thought that it was unlucky to take the decorations down after the 12th night. So, does that mean that EVERYONE in this office building will be unlucky? Hells bells I hope not! So far 2011 is going very well for me.
Whilst Googling and researching this subject to ensure my thoughts were fact - or as close to it as possible (let's not let it be said that I fabricate things……..). I found something VERY interesting:
"Long ago it was thought that leaving the decorations up would cause a disaster. People believed that tree-spirits lived in the greenery (holy, ivy etc) they decorated their houses with.
The greenery was brought into the house to provide a safe haven for the tree-spirits during the harsh midwinter days. Once this period was over it was necessary to return the greenery back outside to release the tree-spirits into the countryside once again.
Failure to do this would mean that vegetation would not be able to start growing again (spring would not return), leading to an agricultural disaster."
Holy snappin duck poo! All of the lackadaisical people out there who haven't taken their Christmas decorations down (including this office) have caused all the flooding in Eastern Australia, the major fires in Western Australia not to mention the plague of Locusts that are swarming Western New South Wales!!!!!!!! I reckon it might also be the reason why our Cricket game is off too!
This could also be the reasoning for all the birds/fish falling out of the sky dead recently as well as the larger number of whales beaching themselves..
Please note that as yet we have not got to the famine phase I think that's because most of us have been good and already taken our decorations down as to not piss off the God's of Christmas (or who ever they are that goven these things).
People of Australia, I beg of you to ensure that you remove your Christmas decorations promptly on the 5th of January each year… I will take it on as my duty to remind you all in fear of another natural disaster.
Friday, January 14, 2011
A nice serving of humble pie....
I just got a phone call on my mobile from a number I recognised as our Reception at HQ, my old office which is a separate location to where I am currently. It was a young lady from "Reception" saying there is a box waiting to be picked up from Rolls that has just been delivered by Courier..
Me: Oh, that is for East, it needs to come over here because that is where I work now.
Reception Chick (RC): Well do you want me to leave it here for you to pick up?
Me: Yes could you please leave it there and I'll pick it up after hours.
RC: Yes, no problems.
Me to our Admin Helen: Helen, Reception have a box of stuff from Rolls that I have to go pick up.
Helen: What? It annoys me that they do that.. The box says "East" they should deliver it here, I am sick of them doing that. I am ringing Reception to tell them off for not getting the courier to deliver it here.
Helen then proceeds to call HQ Reception and tell them off.. They deny all knowledge of the phone call to me OR the parcel.
*insert confusion*
Discussion ensues as to who actually called me. I am certain it was the new chick from Reception because the phone call has come from her extension and she doesn't know me.
I ring Reception and go OFF at our head receptionist Ruth declaring the new receptionist a "Ditzy Broad" if she cannot remember that it was me that she rang and that there was a parcel there for me. I go off my nut at Ruth asking her "do I sound pissed off? because I am!". Ruth transfers me to RC who still declares that she knows nothing of this parcel (this is where I begin to think it's a G up).. THEN I had a thought… What if it was reception here at East?
Our other Officer Donna goes out to Reception here at East and lo and behold there is a box there for me!
DOH!
The whole office goes off…. Laughing so damned hard…
I ring Reception at HQ and eat humble pie.. and lots of it…..
Who's the Ditzy Broad? I AM!!!!!!!!
Me: Oh, that is for East, it needs to come over here because that is where I work now.
Reception Chick (RC): Well do you want me to leave it here for you to pick up?
Me: Yes could you please leave it there and I'll pick it up after hours.
RC: Yes, no problems.
Me to our Admin Helen: Helen, Reception have a box of stuff from Rolls that I have to go pick up.
Helen: What? It annoys me that they do that.. The box says "East" they should deliver it here, I am sick of them doing that. I am ringing Reception to tell them off for not getting the courier to deliver it here.
Helen then proceeds to call HQ Reception and tell them off.. They deny all knowledge of the phone call to me OR the parcel.
*insert confusion*
Discussion ensues as to who actually called me. I am certain it was the new chick from Reception because the phone call has come from her extension and she doesn't know me.
I ring Reception and go OFF at our head receptionist Ruth declaring the new receptionist a "Ditzy Broad" if she cannot remember that it was me that she rang and that there was a parcel there for me. I go off my nut at Ruth asking her "do I sound pissed off? because I am!". Ruth transfers me to RC who still declares that she knows nothing of this parcel (this is where I begin to think it's a G up).. THEN I had a thought… What if it was reception here at East?
Our other Officer Donna goes out to Reception here at East and lo and behold there is a box there for me!
DOH!
The whole office goes off…. Laughing so damned hard…
I ring Reception at HQ and eat humble pie.. and lots of it…..
Who's the Ditzy Broad? I AM!!!!!!!!
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Art at Hogs Breath...
One evening K1, K2 and I went to dinner at Hogs Breath.
The previous occupants of our table had left us some beautiful art work. We took the liberty of judging said art work, and I thought I'd share it with you, my readers.
I hope you enjoy.
:)
The previous occupants of our table had left us some beautiful art work. We took the liberty of judging said art work, and I thought I'd share it with you, my readers.
I hope you enjoy.
Cause that's the way she rolls.....
It's warm today..
Gidget has just finished teaching her tail a lesson for obviously offending her.. I did try and point out to her that it was attached to her but I assume that makes no difference what so ever.
Right now she is asleep with her arse in the air.. I am not sure how that can be comfortable, but apparently it is.. This is how she rolls...
New Years Resolution 2011
I don't know why I am blogging this.. But all I have is words right now.
I don't really have a resolution. I will probably just bumble along this year like I have every other year, regardless.
Right now I am watching "The Bucket List".. Should I be writing a bucket list? Nah, I'm going to be just fine.
That being said, I am going to get my arse into gear this year, I am going
Morgan Freeman's character "Carter" started the following:
1. Witness something truly majestic
2. Help a complete stranger for the good.
3. Laugh until I cry
4. Drive a Shelby Mustang
5. Kiss the most beautiful girl in the world
6. Get a tattoo
I might start a little closer to home...
1. Sort my shit out
2. Be a good girl
I think that will do for the time being... If I think of anything else I'll blog it.
In the mean time.. The cogs will continue to turn, I will continue to go to work and come home and try and sleep..
I don't really have a resolution. I will probably just bumble along this year like I have every other year, regardless.
Right now I am watching "The Bucket List".. Should I be writing a bucket list? Nah, I'm going to be just fine.
That being said, I am going to get my arse into gear this year, I am going
Morgan Freeman's character "Carter" started the following:
1. Witness something truly majestic
2. Help a complete stranger for the good.
3. Laugh until I cry
4. Drive a Shelby Mustang
5. Kiss the most beautiful girl in the world
6. Get a tattoo
I might start a little closer to home...
1. Sort my shit out
2. Be a good girl
I think that will do for the time being... If I think of anything else I'll blog it.
In the mean time.. The cogs will continue to turn, I will continue to go to work and come home and try and sleep..
Saturday, January 8, 2011
A morning with the Vet
This morning I bundled the girls into the car and went off to the RSPCA for our 1030 appointment.
The lead up to this was the last time I took the girls to their vet she told me that Cali (8yrs) has bad teeth and needed a few removed and it would cost just over $300. Whilst I had no issues with spending that kind of $$ on the girls health, I did think that I needed a second opinion.. Plus I thought, if I am going to be spending that PLUS what it would cost to have Gidget's teeth scaled as well (estimating $500) I would rather spend it at the RSPCA Vet Clinic so that money was actually going to a good cause..
Anyway I get there 20 minutes early, their computer system is down, so they do the paperwork quickly and efficiently advise me to take a seat and I had just got comfortable when our names were called.
First up is The Gidget. She was clearly scared because the last time she was there she had a little operation. Regardless, she said a few swear words to the doctor who just laughed.. But she soon settled down and was very very well behaved..
There was no anesthetic, the Dr just got some kind of implement that looked like scissors and cracked the tartar off the teeth.. They bled a bit the poor little munchkins, but I’d say she has done it a few times.
Cali was very quiet and well behaved even if she did make it exceptionally difficult for me to get her out of her cage by squeezing her cute fat arse right into a corner in her large cage lol.. she is such a wombat.
The RSPCA Vet assures me that Cali's teeth aren't that bad and she didn't think they needed removing she scraped the plaque off both of their teeth and sent me home telling me to feed them more kibble and a $50 bill which I was very happy with.
I am glad that all ended well, I saved a lot of money and am so thankful that I was given some good advice from someone I respect, I am glad I listened. I will certainly be heading back to the RSPCA for anything major.. I was very impressed with how quickly I was seen to.. The Doctor even told me that I was a good “holder” as in I held the girls well so that she would open their mouths and tend to them.. I am such a good mummy!!!!
The only down side of the whole day was that I got the silent treatment on the way home but when I stopped at red rooster and got them some chicken I think I was forgiven (they’re not spoilt, I swear!)..
The lead up to this was the last time I took the girls to their vet she told me that Cali (8yrs) has bad teeth and needed a few removed and it would cost just over $300. Whilst I had no issues with spending that kind of $$ on the girls health, I did think that I needed a second opinion.. Plus I thought, if I am going to be spending that PLUS what it would cost to have Gidget's teeth scaled as well (estimating $500) I would rather spend it at the RSPCA Vet Clinic so that money was actually going to a good cause..
Anyway I get there 20 minutes early, their computer system is down, so they do the paperwork quickly and efficiently advise me to take a seat and I had just got comfortable when our names were called.
First up is The Gidget. She was clearly scared because the last time she was there she had a little operation. Regardless, she said a few swear words to the doctor who just laughed.. But she soon settled down and was very very well behaved..
There was no anesthetic, the Dr just got some kind of implement that looked like scissors and cracked the tartar off the teeth.. They bled a bit the poor little munchkins, but I’d say she has done it a few times.
Cali was very quiet and well behaved even if she did make it exceptionally difficult for me to get her out of her cage by squeezing her cute fat arse right into a corner in her large cage lol.. she is such a wombat.
The RSPCA Vet assures me that Cali's teeth aren't that bad and she didn't think they needed removing she scraped the plaque off both of their teeth and sent me home telling me to feed them more kibble and a $50 bill which I was very happy with.
I am glad that all ended well, I saved a lot of money and am so thankful that I was given some good advice from someone I respect, I am glad I listened. I will certainly be heading back to the RSPCA for anything major.. I was very impressed with how quickly I was seen to.. The Doctor even told me that I was a good “holder” as in I held the girls well so that she would open their mouths and tend to them.. I am such a good mummy!!!!
The only down side of the whole day was that I got the silent treatment on the way home but when I stopped at red rooster and got them some chicken I think I was forgiven (they’re not spoilt, I swear!)..
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