Good evening, Everybun!
Like Auntie Jane said, "We're in good shape for the shape we're in." Our visit with Dr. Learning at Avian and Animal Hospital went really well. Just imagine - two bunn-savy doctors in one place! Dr. Learning expressed Charlie's bladder, and a lot of stuff came out. That covered our fear of the bladder stone plugging up the poor girl. Then we decided to repeat the bloodwork we did back in February. And the numbers came back OK.
Creatinine is at 1.0 (no change) and something called "BUN" - we kid you not - went from 11 to 13 - still on the low end of the normal range. And even calcium went down a touch from 14.5 to 14.3.
My biped has been worried sick over those numbers for weeks now, and it's a relief to know we're holding wings level as much as we can.
Today, though, the meatsack has no idea how Charlie's doing. It's been a rough few days for Charlie. All we can do now is let her rest as much as possible. She's doing better on one paw, and on the other she sits in a bundo, staring off into space. Then she comes out for a cookie, and the dude is bouncing off the walls.
So the silly goose decided to pick a fight with the elephant grass in the yard to bleed off some of that scared energy, and it helped. The caring fatigue starts to feel chronic, with few means in sight to recharge. And nobunny wants to hear nothing' about "No end in sight" either.
If all goes well, we'll art tonight, hang out, pretend we're terrific. We experimented with a combination of a graphite stick, a water-soluble pencil, matte acrylic medium, and canvas. It all went sideways. Thank Bun it was a tiny canvas.
Tomorrow, we have the option to drop off Charlie at the clinic, first thing in the morning, but that would mean extra stress as well. We're keeping our paws crossed for Charlie to keep on healing through the night. I'm supposed to get my wellness check at 5pm tomorrow, but if Charlie needs more care, she can have my spot. I'll get my nails trimmed and get the rest checked out later.
Good night and good luck!
- Gus
