(to clarify, Turbo, Dragon, Ira, and Levi are some of my rats)
So, been doing a few half nighters lately, and last night was an all nighter to try and finish off this last assignment, due today, before exams. I get Turbo and Dragon out, and put them on my bed so they can play and muck about. Turbo decides early morning he is going to climb off my bed, on top of the big boys cage. The big boys, Ira and Levi, hate the little boys guts.
At some point, not sure when, Turbo's tail got nipped. Tails normally bleed excessively. This is a particularly deep cut, and it bled a LOT. I noticed him no longer bouncing around, but flopped down. I pick him up. He's more red than champagne(his colour). I quickly become more red than white(my colour).
First, I figure out where the wound actually is. Wasn't actually that easy. Cornflour stops bleeding, but we're out, so I used custard powder; it's mostly cornflour! It still keeps bleeding, with chunks of caked up blood-custard powder all over the place. Trying to clean him up with a wet paper towel, get more blood running over me. He's still really lethargic, I start to panic about too much blood-loss. Offer him nommy food, which he attempts to eat, but flops over. I try chocolate chips, same result. I leave them on the chair, and go to get something else.
Meet mum, who nearly has hysterics at the blood and cornflour mix smeared all over me(ok, hysterics is hyperbole. Smeared all over me is NOT.) Couple of hours with him, debating if he needs sub-cut fluids or not. He starts to pick up, eat soup, and sit up on his own. YAY! Never would have forgiven myself if he hadn't made it, because he has climbed up on the others cage before, and had his tail nipped. Should not have given him the opportunity to climb up there again. And he won't get it either.
At that point, I realize I am sitting on the chocolate chips. Still am. I look so dodgy. I *should* shower before going into tec, but....I haven't showed since last Monday. I'm really not all that bothered. Highly likely I won't actually.
Brings to mind the domestic psychopath who butchered her neighbours with an axe, boiled their blood to a solid, mixed it with flour, sugar, eggs, and chocolate, and made tea cakes. Very crunchy and sweet, apparently. I swear I'm not a psychopath, but the similarities just keep coming...
I realize this isn't very coherent, but I never am at the best of times. Add no sleep, and recovering panic attacks, and I don't even make sense to me. No wait, I never make sense to me. Rabbits are staying well away. Heeeeeelp.
Oh, and last night was apparently make yanna counsellor night. Three people I ended up listening to/advising on emotional/mental health issues. So yeah, didn't get too much work done, all in all.
At this point, I realize I still have a thousand words to do. Well bunny-hump that.
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