My little, blue Beta, Poseidon, is the longest-lasting fish I’ve ever had.
This little dude is almost a year old! He dirties his tank like nobody’s business, but he lasts. The REAL Poseidon has obviously blessed the little guy. Oh, and my golden pothos that I dedicated to Apollo is still thriving. Got some brown leaves that I need to trim, but he’s doing alright. Even my four succulents are still living large, as big as they are now. And my aloe vera plants are still getting bigger, too. My poor HamHam may have passed and I lost some other plants, but I’m glad everyone else is still alive.
I saw my doctor the other day. Yep, I’m prediabetic, and it turns out that most of my problems are tied to my fibromyalgia, which I honestly ignored for the past few years. My doctor, unfortunately, says there’s nothing she can really give me to help with that. She told me that my best path to take is to really work on exercising and eating right. I’m working on incorporating more protein, healthy fats, and stuff like that. I’m gonna cut down hard on calories and carbs. Not going on a keto diet, nooooo. But, y’know, cutting down. I’m also gonna try to go out and exercise more. I do a lot of walking and lifting and stuff at my job, but my doctor says to also spend twenty-thirty minutes walking 5 days a week. I really need to lose more weight and get on a good diet. It’s awfully hard, given how expensive healthy food is and how tired I usually am -which results in me not wanting to exercise. BUT, I do like listening to my iPod while I’m walking, and the gym I go to is relatively empty whenever I’m there. Or at least there’s always an empty treadmill.
I hope those of you like me who are stuck in this bad weather are keeping warm and keeping safe on the roads!
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so 'm probably gonna sound stupid for asking this, but what was the reason behind making the belovèd Dr. HamHam? Was he just made for a joke then stuck around or something else?
I did a video about basically learning about the human body, an old PC game called Grossology, and there’s a game where you pretend to be a doctor, so I made up the character Dr. Ham ham - and made some jokes with it. People liked it and it kind of caught on, so now I bring him back every once in a while and he’s become sort of a running gag for fun.
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So this Hamster comes in...
Alright. Ok. So this little thing comes in presenting for wet tail. And I don’t mean campylobacter wet tail I mean literally wet tail. And some other symptom I can’t seem to recall.
This thing’s name is Fairy (not really, but anonymity–this is close enough). She’s owned by a little girl and a mother. She’s timid, and not used to being held very much.
I like rodents, don’t get me wrong.
But.
It’s a hamster.
Whatever we try to do to her is going to be a shitshow.
Alright. Time to get a weight.
Hammy is in a tissue box. This is fair. I wouldn’t think most young girl and mother ham ham owners have carriers for their little things.
I need to weigh the ham. I reach in to grab her and she shoots out like a rocket and I catch her to my chest. Luckily mom and kiddo are distracted because children. Ham is weighed, not dropped. Phase 1 accomplished.
Now onto phase 2: the exam.
Oh geez. I want to scruff little hammy, but the little girl is already freaking out,“no don’t hurt Fairy!”
“No, we’re not hurting her, it’s just an exam–”
Ham begins to screech, much like a ring wraith.
The doctor and I glance nervously as the ham continues to demand the One Ring and the little girl loses her shit and begins to sob hysterically.
Oh golly guys.
At this point, my hands that are trying to restrain the Ham, are thoroughly in the way, so I give the hobbit-seeking Ham to the doctor.
Doctor is bit not 3 seconds later.
OH BALLS WE GAVE HAMHAM A TASTE FOR HUMAN FLESH
Dr laughs it off, and we gather fecal matter to do poop tests and exit the exam room. The doctor turns to me, serious look in her eyes.
“Turd bit me real good.”
I look and there is a decent amount of blood coming from a tiny ham bite. Oh boy how exciting. Sure am glad I could have avoided that by restraining hamtaro better for the doctor.
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While we wait for stool tests to shit out some results, doc wants fluids for Fairy.
Oh ok yeah sure no prob bob anything you want no problemo get that taken care of right now gonna do it so good give that ham some fluids into its tiny 70 gram body definitely doable no issues will arise it’s gonna get done.
Ham is collected and as I turn to leave the exam room, little girl remarks, “please don’t hurt Fairy…”
Every fiber of my being is set on edge and my adrenal glands are rapidly firing off into my bloodstream, my heart is attempting to launch out of my rib cage, because that, my dear friends, is what is known as a death flag.
“We’ll take good care of her.” I say as reassuringly as possible.
DAMMIT I RAISED A SECOND DEATH FLAG
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Hamstastic is now in the treatment area and I have fluids drawn up. All 5mL of them.
“Who wants to help me give fluids?”
A coworker steps up. “To what?”
“A Hamster.”
“Shit. Really?”
“Yeah. Why do you say that?”
His eyebrows raise so high they practically levitate off his forehead. “Because it’s a hamster.”
“Yeah, and?”
“It’s a hamster. They always bite.”
“Not always! This one’s…uh. Ok yeah this one bit the doc. Wanna hold or give fluids?”
He glares at me as I try to grin reassuringly.
Hold onto your hats folks. It begins.
Coworker grabs ham. So far so good. He tries to restrain, that doesn’t look right–aaaaand coworker is bit. His bite wound is gushing blood and the ham skitters across the counter and he grabs her, smearing blood onto the ham.
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Nooooo that’s going to look so bad! Images of handing a bloody ham back to the little girl flash through my mind with a “well at least it’s not her blood, right?”
Coworker gets ham restrained back in hand, another coworker cleans ham face with hydrogen peroxide. Ok then aaand there’s blood around the eye. It looks like Hamham has turned my coworker’s blood into war paint.
Ring Wraith Ham has reengaged and the decibels being put out far exceed what a Hammy should be able to expel. To further emphasize how pissed she is, and how much she’ll fuck us up, her mouth opens wide, seemingly unhinging as she beckons us to continue with our procedures and bring her the hobbits.
We give her fluids.
The dark deed is done.
And she’s not dead. Death flags avoided!
Ham is handed back to owners and they leave.
Well, they would have, except Ham had learned how to leap out of the tissue box, so I offered to tape a tissue over the hole to act as a cover. It worked for all of two seconds and then–
Remember that scene from Alien? You know what I’m talking about.
That Ham came tearing through that tissue paper like flesh and nearly off the reception desk. I think everyone in the room had multiple heart attacks (sans little girl, who was distracted. This is good.) as the mom caught the hammy.
After that, they left and I was at some ease.
“I think that Ham has Campylobacter.” The doctor whizzes past me to go do paperwork.
Well crap.
I’m glad little Ham was still alive at the end, even if there were casualties. I’m thinking since Ham was still eating and drinking normally, we might have caught her illness quickly enough.
On another note, her stool sample was weird. Like, she had all sorts of bacteria, motile rods, cysts, possible coccidia, and other things I can’t describe.
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