Hammer-philia

This morning, I had my bed delivered. Actually, yesterday was the first delivery. I had ordered a queen-sized, but realized i would be happier with a smaller bed. So today they came in with the full-sized. When they came in, Jimmy the Jazz-Bird's cage was open. It usually is, because he's such a good flier, and he loves to be free within the house. The problem is, he is still unfamiliar with my new pad (he just moved in last night). Combine that with two humungous dudes shlepping an enormous bed and he freaked out, flying every which way, and into the window! But he's done that before and then he departed from the window, flew into the kitchen, in a huge circle, then back into his cage!

Once the asshole bed-deliverers left (they were assholes, but I don't feel like telling why), i went over to talk to jimmy. HE HAD BLOOD DRIPPING FROM HIS BEAK. I was devastated, so heart-broken. I didn't know what to do. I called my mom, because I have no internet connection in my house. She looked up the bird hospital. I brought Jimmy in his cage in a taxi cab. ($7) Then frantically marched from vet to vet in the east village looking for the proper one. Jimmy was jumping around and the bleeding seemed to have stopped. I went into the hospital, and then they took him in. So the Doctor came and met with me. It seems that the injury was minor, but that didn't stop her from charging me $269 for all sorts of tests, etc. I had an appointment uptown, and Ihad 20 minutes to get there. I jumped into a cab again, leaving jimmy at the vet. The cab cost $13. I made it in a frantic state to my appointment. Then travelled back down to the vet, first stopping at the grocery store. Passover has been brutal, because I just haven't been eating enough. Like today, it's almost 9:00pm and all i've had all day is a piece of meat and two bananas. I took Jimmy home in the cab and he seemed normal. He was fluffy and puffy and soft. His little wound looked like a small black speck near his nostril.

When we were home for awhile, Jimmy got onto one foot, and then began to rest. I imagine the painkillers made him woozy. I'm still SO sad and SO very heart-broken. My nose hurts for him, and if I lose him I will cry and cry for a long, long time. Jimmy is my friend, and I love him so much!