Where there's a will, there's a way

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Since we rescued our rabbit almost one year ago, our dog has been desperate to get close enough to sniff and chase him. I don't want to think about what else she might do to him if she got close enough so we've been careful to exercise them separately in the yard, and covered the lower level of the rabbit hutch in chicken wire.

After a few months, we discovered the dog had managed to get the bottom level door open and climb in but thankfully she was too big to squeeze up the ramp to the top level, where the rabbit was safely sitting.

But today, when I let the dog out of the house and she went racing around the side of the house to the hutch, she wouldn't come back to me when I called her. When I went to investigate, I found her in the top level of the hutch along with the rabbit. I raced over to yank her out, for fear she'd attack the rabbit either deliberately or accidentally through rough play. But the rabbit and the dog seemed ok together. No fear from the rabbit or aggression from the dog.

Over the past few weeks, the dog hasn't been eating all of her food. Could she be smart enough to fast her way thin enough to squeeze up that ramp?

Tomorrow we'll investigate to see how she could have breached the small fence we've also erected around the hutch. She's either managed to jump over it (which would have taken lots of practise) or there's a hidden burrow beneath the hutch that she's infiltrated. Stay tuned...

Cortisone injections really freaking hurt!

Now, I don't consider myself a wuss when it comes to needles. At least not a very big wuss. I don't like getting them (who does, right?) and I look away when the sharps start getting unwrapped from their hygienically sealed wrappings but I'm not one of these people who has to lie down in the doctor's rooms when getting vaccinations or having a blood test. I don't faint or require a cold (or warm) compress for my clammy forehead. Nor do I need a brown paper bag to breathe in and out of, or a vomit bucket.

I've had all the jabs for travelling around the Mekong and through south east Asia; heaps of blood tests throughout pregnancy; novocaine pricks in my gums for root canal therapy and to have wisdom teeth pulled; and I'm a blood donor, which involves a much larger needle than the toothprick needle used for a cortisone injection.

So I wasn't expecting it to hurt so bloody much!

After nearly eight months of carrying and handling a growing baby, the tendons in my right wrist had finally given up and blanketed themselves in a warm cocoon of inflammation that required immediate relief.

The cortisone injection took only a few minutes but after only a few seconds I was gritted my teeth, breaking the second commandment and feeling nauseous.

Suddenly I became that person. A bin was slid across the floor to sit beside my foot "just in case". I looked into it to see a couple of used tissues, a discarded yoghurt tub (strawberry) and an apple core. I felt even more depressed.

But it got worse. Before I knew it, I was flat on my back on the carpet, with my feet raised onto a chair. The only explanation I can come to is that cortisone is some seriously potent stuff, made worse when injected directly into a swollen and extremely painful area. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Cortisone is a potent anti-inflammatory (that works a treat!) and is localised rather than absorbed into the bloodstream so it's ok for nursing mothers (that's a question I have to ask about every medication at the moment).

Remission: the sweetest word in the English language?

Today I learnt my husband is officially in remission for Lymphoma.

And remission truly is the sweetest word in the English language.

Before his diagnosis, I hadn't heard of Lymphoma. Except for the vague recollection of the word "Hodgkins" when Delta Goodrem was diagnosed with cancer more than 10 years ago. Now I know that is the more serious of two broad types of Lymphoma: Hodgkins and Non-Hodgkins.

When I read up on how common Lymphoma actually is, I'm surprised (and a little disappointed) I hadn't heard of it before it struck my own family.

• Lymphoma is a cancer of the immune system with a new diagnosis in Australia every 2 hours. It's the most common blood cancer - the fifth most common type of cancer in Australia.
• It causes 11 per cent of childhood cancers and has been increasing at a rate of four per cent each year.
• Over the past 20 years the number of cases in Australia has doubled.

Tic Tac cocktails?

The range of Tic Tac flavours now available is baffling. I was never a fan of the original mint flavours but always thought the Orange flavour was pretty tasty (thought I never ate as many as Paulie Bleeker in Juno, which according to tictac.com is just one movie that featured the product).

Now I see there are loads of flavours including Cinnamon, Cherry, Banana, Passionfruit and even Mojito! I won't be surprised to see Tequila Sunrise or G&T flavours. Presumably there's no white rum in the Mojito tic tacs so if they simply eliminate the booze portion, does that make the Orange tic tacs Screwdriver flavour?

A quick visit to their website and I learn they were developed by Ferrero in Italy in 1969. They were originally called Refreshing Mint (boooooring!) and was renamed Tic Tac in 1970 in reference to the distinctive clicking sound the pack makes as it’s opened and closed.

You can also play games, although I don't know who the hell would want to be a Tic Tac Ninja...

I'm not buying it

I had no idea this existed. Perhaps it's the ideal marriage of sugar and salt, and I love both chocolate and Vegemite but I'm still not racing to the shops to buy a block.

Croup is scary sh!t

If the sweetest sound in the world is the sound of your baby giggling, the absolute scariest sound is them struggling to draw breath. When my husband and I heard our eight month old son dragging in air like a pack-a-day-smoker with a ring in his voice box, we were in the car and on the way to the emergency room.

We were among a dozen or so parents fronting up to the large public hospital with kids wrapped in dressing gowns, wheezing and barking like bulldogs.

Turns out Winter isn't just the season for long boots, it's also the season for croup. Terrifying croup. At least, it is for first-time parents with no idea how to treat it or how serious it can be.

The photocopied handout the nurse gave us explained that croup is a narrowing of the larynx and trachea, often caused by a virus. So the fact that our little one had a cold was no surprise to the no-muss nurses on duty.

A dose of a clear liquid (a steroid to help relax the narrowing throat) worked wonders in helping him and the other kids breathe easier (not to mention all the parents!)

Just how smart is a baby sheep anyway?

Following on from yesterday's post, 101 (commercial) uses for placenta, it seems the market no longer relies on women consenting to have their placenta mushed up into face cream for anyone to smear into their pores.

Sheep are being used to fill the gap.

Baby Sheep Essence is made from sheep placenta. I'm not sure which makes me feel ickiest... health products made from a random person's placenta or a random sheep's.

Even more curious: the cost for a 100ml tube of people placenta cream is $3.99 whereas 200 capsules of baby sheep placenta costs $66.95!?

What's in sheep placenta that's so much more valuable that human placenta? Surely it can't be rarer to access so the price isn't pushed up by the free market laws of supply and demand so is it a question of quality?