Yesterday night, my bunny followed me everywhere, and I knew he was asking for something. I had already given him his usual food and treats, so the only thing that he could be asking for is his remedy which I usually give to him except yesterday because I hadn't have time to make a new treatment bottle for him. 

So I quickly went to make a new treatment bottle for him, and in my folly, I accidentally dropped and broke the Chicory stock bottle on the floor. There wasn't much noise from the breaking, but my bunny in another room somehow knew, dashed across and excitedly licked up the Chicory remedy from the floor. This was so unlike his usual behaviour. After happily licking up all the stock remedy, he lovingly snuggled up next to my butt, which was also rather unlike his usual behaviour. 

And of course, Chicory is the remedy I always give him, because he is a Chicory bunny. Haha...

Tonight, I was happy and engrossed in my acting role of a great chef (simply put, I was cooking dinner), when I was jolted out of my day-dreaming by a screaming pain on my finger. I had accidentally burnt my finger with the pan!

My finger looked charred, not a pleasant sight. The pain was so unbearable that my right hand started shaking. But I didn't want to stop cooking because my masterpiece was close to complete. I tried to salvage by putting my finger under the running water, but it didn't help much. 

I bit my teeth and tried to hold down my temper while I struggled to finish the last part of the cooking. All the while, I was thinking to myself, 'great, let's use this accident to test how good is the rescue remedy'.

When I finally completed my cooking, I rushed to get my rescue remedy cream and applied on my poor finger. Then I waited with curious anticipation. Almost within seconds, I felt the difference. There was a calming and soothing effect to my finger, as if my finger has feelings of its own. With the vast difference, I could then reflect on how my traumatized finger was feeling - it was crying and sobbing with the pain and resentment of the neglect it had endured. Oops, sorry finger, I would take some rock water to balance my rigidity and self-denial.