Okay - in less of a panic today. I calmed myself by reading threads here and on other sites re rapid finrot - and am holding off on the heavy meds as there's been no progression of the rot today. Yesterday was awful - in just a few hours, in the middle of the night (I'm a chronic insomniac so I was up and checking on him, and ofc no stores open at that hour..) Sid lost a lot of fin. But by store-opening time he hadn't lost any more and none at all today. Maybe the salt is working. I hope the salt is working.
Sid, meanwhile, is taking the opportunity of having a non-filtered tank to bubblenest like crazy.
I've said it before, but I really must say it again: Sid is a trooper. Aside from some justifiable sulking (and yes, fish CAN sulk - whodathunk?) over being moved out of his cosy, leafy home tank and into the bare-floor, minimalist salt shack, he's shown very little sign of stress about anything, including a dose of ich and resulting meds, being cupped for water changes, etc. He's still extremely curious about anything and everything, and actively seeks interaction with the various people who pass his tank frequently. The tank is beside the door to the kitchen, and with not one but TWO teenage girls - gods help me - in the house this week, the traffic is never-ending. They change clothes every fifteen point three seconds, too - I've clocked them - so I have to wonder of he thinks they're all different creatures passing by rather than just two extremely fickle ones.
I have begun to wonder whether Sid can recognise my voice. Am I nuts? I know I can hear when I'm underwater, and that in water sound is amplified, and that fish hate their glass being tapped on a lot, or loudly. When I say 'hello', which I do quite a lot as I pass by, he gets really excited and never fails to rush over all flappy and wiggly, no doubt hoping for an extra meal.
Demyx loves his new tank, and looks happier by the day. He's a lot less stressy, too, so his lovely blues are really shining. He still hates water changes with a passion, and is a bugger to catch. He sees the catching-cup lowering and squishes himself so tight to the heater I can't possibly even try. But curiosity and that wonderful air-breathing organ always bring him up again, and after ten minutes of exasperation I can usually get him in without too much of a chase.
I've been writing a lot lately, which is a massive relief. A writer who can't write isn't much chop, and the illness I had all through February capped off a really crappy few months, health- and stress-wise. All my inspiration and drive to write, which has sustained me through some very hard times in the past four years, vanished under the weight of it all. I feared my muse had gone for good, I really did. Not a pleasant thought. But here she is, just back from her holiday, sporting a tan and better than ever. Meaning, I'm writing of a sudden, and better than I expected after such a long break. About time a tide turned in my favour, and I'm really grateful that it has.
My very lovely housemate also gave me monies for new art materials for a tardy birthday gift, so I'm starting a drawing to give to him for his birthday later this month. Another thing i haven't done in a while. I hope this means normalcy (such as it can possibly be within a 50-mile radius of me and my odd little family) is returning at last.
A thought which has inspired me to write a betta-story, which I've made notes for and will post here sooner or later, when it's done and polished up.
Ah, water change time. It's actually quite relaxing, like dishes or cleaning the bathroom, which I also enjoy (see what I mean about 'normal' being relative around here?).
Last edited by Aus; 03-02-2012 at 05:41 PM.