I feel like a terrible parent. Phoebe has had a weird red painful toe problem for quite a few weeks and apart from a brief period of me applying nearly out of date fungal cream for few days with no discernible result I have done nothing about it. She mentioned the pain quite a bit. I put it off and shouldn’t have.
Today I finally took her to the nurse. She looked at Phoebe feet and looked puzzled. She pressed her toes and checked between them. She even got a second opinion from a doctor.
They were in agreement. Phoebe has chilblains. Prescription? Warm socks. I mean really.
I got home. Phoebe put some socks on and I went outside to find the rabbit. I’ve been worried about both rabbits since the parsnip Tilly used for her snowman’s nose went missing. Can rabbits eat parsnips? Who knows.
She’s in the shed. I can’t get her out without risking life and limb, or at the very least being knocked out by a bicycle pump and spraining my ankle tripping over a bale of hay. She can come out in her own good time. Which may be never.
Back in the house we are seeking the other slipper which is probably buried under the massive pile of chaos that comes from redecorating bedrooms. Oh well at least we are treating one foot. Half way there.