A Month Later...

Its been a month now since our beautiful Alphonse passed away so suddenly. He really was such a sweet little creature and we do miss him, horribly. I think it was so sudden that we lost him and the fact he was little more than the guinea pig equivalent of a teenager just made the whole thing seem just that little bit sadder. I still sometimes look over at the cage and expect to have this black and white face looking back at me, then start wheeking happily for more food. Unfortunately we don't see him, but we do see our precious pups.

So I guess on the other side of it, it has been a month since we got Hope and Gizmo. Hope is about 7 weeks old now and is as boisterous as ever. He sat with me the other day and just cuddled up, then started making these sweet high pitched noises as he ran over and just sat on me. Everytime I move, he follows me like a lost puppy. It is safe to say, I have been adopted by this little one as Mum. I don't mind as he is such a little tinker! He keeps me on my toes.

Gizmo, who is 10 weeks old, is settling down a lot better now as well. When we first got them both, Gizmo was very skittish and would kick and squeal if you went to pick him up. Steve has done a great job with him and has trained him to be more social, I think they are very taken to each other and obviously, Gizmo is getting more used to me as well which obviously is a good thing.

As for me, well I am starting to settle down in myself a bit now. Admittedly, my chest has had other ideas and I spent last night in the hospital which wasn't fun, but at least I am now on something to try and clear my chest a bit. If this doesn't work then I will go back to Dr Pike and see what he says. What really took my doctor by surprise (the very lovely Flight Lieutenant, an RAF doctor, VERY yummy!!) was the fact that I was left to become clinically exhausted all because I had 2 of the most incompetent paramedics, who are probably good with the more obvious, but a silent chested asthmatic wasn't one of those things they knew. Luckily this seems to be a dying breed in paramedics, but you do admittedly get the odd one or 2 who are frankly clueless.

I was given more nebs, steroids, painkillers and antibiotics and, funnily enough, I began to make a recovery quick enough to be allowed home, some 4 hours later.

Loves
Wendy xx

After Christmas...

I return and hope you all had a nice Christmas and soon I hope you all have a happy new year to match. My Christmas has been an eventful one to say the least, but thanks to Steve, it was at least fun.

It all started on Christmas Eve when I was preparing the veggies for dinner. I was peeling spuds, carrots and sprouts. Everything had been so quiet until I got stuck in to my sprouts and I could hear a familiar squeaking and purring. I walked over to the guinea pig cage, only to be met by the loudest WHEEEEEK! from Patch. By this point the little nutter was climbing the cage and wheeking loudly at me until I checked online whether it would be OK to give them a sprout or two. So the piggies have been spoiled with a few sprouts and they have been very happy about this.

The next morning we woke, had breakfast and our Christmas morning together and it was just as Christmas morning should be, quiet and spent in the company of someone who means the world to me. We cooked lunch together and I set to my surprise for Steve, the complete Sims 2 and my own upgrades, needless to say he was happy about this.

Then was the trip to see his dad. I would be lying if I said I found this a highlight of my day, but as he is a member of Steve's family and family is important, I bared it. Big mistake. First there was the dust, which set me nebbing within minutes. Is it really that much of an effort to dust?! Then there was the toilet which was frankly shameful. I won't go in to that, as it is not a pleasant thing. Then there was the cup of tea, in a filthy and cross-contaminated cup, the result of which was I spent all day yesterday vomiting so violently that I couldn't even keep water down for a long time. It was really not fun, we wound up calling NHS direct for advice as we were getting worried when I sip of water turned me in to a fountain. It cleared in the end, leaving me just a little tired and drained today.

Today was better, JP came round for a while and we played a game called Last Word. It involved cards with subjects and letters and you end up having to find words that start with the selected letter. Mad, but absolutely hilarious! My asthma was being its usual grumpy self, so I was a bit subdued really, but have been amusing myself with the antics of some l'Cie (FFXIII) and a bit of Dissidia.

Loves
Wendy xx