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Of course this would happen..
Dec. 20th, 2008 04:49 pmTibe the Quail had a big ugly infected abscessed pustule thing on his head that required lancing. I lanced, huge gobs of unmentionable ick came out along with copious amounts of blood. Tibe did not want to cooperate with having 4x4 gauze squashed to his bleeding, sore head and kept shaking his head out of my grip. My hands were so coated with ick and quail blood that it looked like I was slaughtering him. There's blood and ick all over my clothes, my face, my glasses. My bathtub looks like the set of a low budget horror movie.
There was a knock. "Who is it?" I yell, desperately hoping it's a solicitor so I can tell them to fuck off. "M'am, it's Officer X with the City police. Could you come to the door please?" Fuck. Wrapping the quail's head in gauze and wrapping the rest of him in a towel, I head for the door, forgetting what I look like. I remember just as I'm opening it. Fuck TWICE!
The officer stared at me. "Yes?" I ask, impatiently, trying to retain my grip on the quail. My hands kept sticking to the towel as the blood dried. He was there to tell me the city was going to turn the gas off to our block for an hour and asking people to turn appliances off, and offering to help if they didn't know how. I said I knew how and thanked him. He kept staring and finally blurted, "M'am, do you need help or.. or an ambulance?" "No, it's quail blood. He had an abscess lanced and I'm trying to keep pressure on the wound so it closes." He continued to stare, as though that wasn't a perfectly rational explanation for why I was covered in blood and pus. I finally snapped, "Was that all? I'd like to close the door and conserve heat since they're turning it off on me shortly." He nodded, and left.
*sigh*
There was a knock. "Who is it?" I yell, desperately hoping it's a solicitor so I can tell them to fuck off. "M'am, it's Officer X with the City police. Could you come to the door please?" Fuck. Wrapping the quail's head in gauze and wrapping the rest of him in a towel, I head for the door, forgetting what I look like. I remember just as I'm opening it. Fuck TWICE!
The officer stared at me. "Yes?" I ask, impatiently, trying to retain my grip on the quail. My hands kept sticking to the towel as the blood dried. He was there to tell me the city was going to turn the gas off to our block for an hour and asking people to turn appliances off, and offering to help if they didn't know how. I said I knew how and thanked him. He kept staring and finally blurted, "M'am, do you need help or.. or an ambulance?" "No, it's quail blood. He had an abscess lanced and I'm trying to keep pressure on the wound so it closes." He continued to stare, as though that wasn't a perfectly rational explanation for why I was covered in blood and pus. I finally snapped, "Was that all? I'd like to close the door and conserve heat since they're turning it off on me shortly." He nodded, and left.
*sigh*