Listening to: Whatever plays on boyfriend's computer
Watching: The Fresh Prince of Bel Air
Eating: Rustica Pizza, soon
Drinking: Alcohol free Pear Cider
My poor, poor rats have been fallen sick... again! I really have no idea what keeps causing them respiratory problems, as the room is not drafty and I do keep the cage clean. And old Victor's (two years old) sprained his leg at some point on top of that. While in the vet's waiting room, I also noticed they have gotten damn parasites from somewhere too.
While being examined, the poor boys just wanted to be unprobed and tried to nap, clearly feeling awful and apathetic. I had a different vet this time, but she was really nice and talkative, and I feel like she knew what she was talking about, even if she might not have been specialized in small animals and rodents. She gave the boys' hearts and lungs a listen, and apparently those parts were still pretty fine, despite Odin (my younger curly haired rat) panting and sneezing like hell. She ordered them some inflammatory drugs and Baytril for an antibiotic. Of course she was going to offer the first dose by injection, and what surprised myself was that I got a panic attack from Odin reacting to the sting by a little scream. I guess I didn't expect it to happen, because last time they got injected with Baytril they didn't even notice it. As a trypanophobic, it was quite unnerving and heart breaking to see a rat protest that much. Luckily the vet was such a sweet girl that she instantly said that we'll give it via their mouth instead, which somehow still feels more pleasant to me than the injection. That stuff smells awful, and propably tastes like it too.
Either way, after these treatments are over the boys are still in for parasite treatment. This visit alone cost me 73 euros, but it can't be helped. I really want to do what I can for the boys, and my worst fear at the moment is that if only one makes it. Wouldn't want to have to keep one of them alone, since I have no heart to take more rats. They are so awesome, but so prone to fatal sicknesses and they don't even live so long...
On a happier note, mom and dad want me home for next weekend, so they can throw me a little b-day party. Mom thought that we could go to a beauty product store together, which sounds pretty fun, actually. We hardly ever do stuff like that together, but recently she admitted that I know my face and wear good looking make up.
I am also looking forward to the thing called sandwich cake, which is a salty cake made of white bread, mayonnaise and some meat/fish for filling and veggies for decoration. I think it's a Swedish invention originall, called smörgåstårta. I frigging love that word. xD And that you can buy pre-made ones in Swedish grocery stores.
My real b-day will be on Good Friday, so FUCK YOU JESUS. xD Just kidding. Or not. But anyway, going to hold a terribly exclusive, quiet party with my closest nerdy friends. Making some cupcakes instead of a cake, perhaps play some board games and just hang around. Perhaps go out to eat too? It would be lovely.
I am getting old.