Hospital

What an ordeal I've had lately! It started at the beginning of the week, when my foot started hurting real bad. I think I must have injured it playing. I can be a bit clumsy sometimes. Anyway, obviously I can't talk, but I wanted Michele and Martin to know my foot hurt so that I could get some sympathy (and perhaps some seeds) from them. I started limping really dramatically and holding my foot up a bit. But, instead of giving me seeds, they took me to the vet!

It wasn't that nasty one who trimmed my wings a while back This guy was very kind and I had to go on a long car ride to reach him. He spoke very nicely to me in a weird accent. I later heard Michele say that he is 'South African'. He told me what a pretty bird I am, and then explained that he was sorry, but he had to hold me in a towel. Faithful readers of this blog will know that the one thing I absolutely hate is being grabbed in a towel at the vet. I was frightened, but not as frightened as last time, because the guy was so nice. I kind of thought that maybe he really wouldn't hurt me.
So, he grabs me in a towel, and I'm struggling and fighting it.Next thing you know, he puts this plastic thing over my beak and then....I'm floating in space. It's beautiful, peaceful and swirly.

When I woke up, I was back in my cage! I have no idea what happened, but he didn't touch me again. A thousand years went by and then...Michele walked in! I was so happy to see her I almost fell off my perch. I flashed my eyes at her (she loves that) and jumped up and down, even on my sore leg.

After she made a fuss over me, I listened to her talk to the doctor. He said my x-rays look fine and they just have to wait for my blood test to come back to make sure all my organs are ok. When did they get any blood out of me?

Anyway, Michele brought me home and had a big portion of oatmeal (porridge to you British people) waiting for me. It's my favourite! My foot is feeling a lot better too.