So, I think Bean is sick again. I don’t think I can go through it all again.
It’s not only the money, (which is a huge problem for me) although it’s becoming more and more difficult to justify spending so much on a bird, it’s the stress.
I can’t sleep, I feel sick to my stomach, and I spend all day staring at him.
Is he too fluffy? Is he too quiet? Is he eating and drinking? Is his stool black?
I drive myself absolutely batty.
All over a bird. I mean, he’s an awsome bird…friendly, happy and all that…but I don’t deal well with stress.
You should have seen me when my Taw was sick on Christmas Day. All of a sudden I got all clausterphobic, and needed to get out of their house. I couldn’t breath. I couldn’t stay.
You can imagine the guilt.
Not only that, but Bean keeps getting sick when I’M the one taking care of him. If he’s with Guy, or Jane, he’s fine, but put him in my presence for 72 hours, and he gets sick.
Can someone have Munchousens Syndrome By-proxy and not be aware of it? Can it be an unconscious thing? I go over everything in my head, and I can’t remember doing anything different. I can’t explain why he’s always sick. I can’t even keep a tiny little bird healthy.
I probably should never have children.