Remember when I told everyone how I'd learned the hard way that shoulders were NOT the place for an inquisitive birdy.
Well that was a couple of months ago, and I still couldn't lie on that side, because the pain in the top of my ear was pretty bad.
I finally gave in last Friday, and went to the doctor about it
Let me tell you, it was a little embarrassing having to explain just how I managed to lose a chunk of cartilage off the top of my ear. I bit the bullet, and told the doctor about my lovely little green baby taking a nibble of my ear <ahem>.
(cover your birdies eyes before reading any further)
First thing the doctor asked was "did you have parrot soup for dinner that night" <GASP>
Nooo of course I didn't! hmph! (Not liking this new doctor).
So I gave him the piercing stare (no pun intended), and asked if it was infected, and if he could cut off the lump.
"No" he says.. "That isn't a lump, or an infection... it's called a scar, and you'll have it for the rest of your life, which is why I asked if you had parrot soup for dinner."
I gave him another glare, and asked if there was anything to do about the pain. He gave me a prescription for a topical pain-reliever, and told me "cartilage takes a long time to heal, and it's going to hurt till it does".
I picked up the prescription, and it works like a charm. I slept like a birdy that night, and every night since
Did I give Yogi any grief when I realized I had a scar.. NOPE.
I came home, and told Yogi the mean old doctor had hair growing out of his nose, and he could use an appointment or two with Monsieur Yogi the Esthetician
I am learning when Yogi is in the freckle removing mood though. He tends to inspect first, and remove after a quick little "chirp". So when he is preening and gives that little "hmm yup this shouldn't be here" chirp, I distract him pretty quick, and move him from the offending freckle.