Please provide a prayerful boost for the sickly parakeet named BooBoo. She is a little over three (3) years old and has been admitted to the bird hospital near the 85 and for the night. The attached photo is dated 24-March-2005.
Maw had called me around 01:55PM at my work phone. She told me that BooBoo’s feet looked blue and swollen. So I logged off from the computer and told the boss that I had an emergency with one of the parakeet, who may have a broken leg.
I left the building around 02:00PM and arrived at home thirty minutes later. The skies had wispy clouds again. I did see her legs were discolored and found her leaning most of her weight to her left side upon the water container.
I quickly got the carrier cage from the garage; put at least on perch for her and a seed cup, which I knew she wouldn’t touch though Maw insisted to have the container inside the cage. I hollered at Paw to get ready to accompany the both of us to the hospital.
After a couple of phone calls, I found one that had a physician available. The first one was nearby but the doctor wouldn’t be in until the 16th of this month. As I spoke to an Erin, I searched for the address online and printed my map.
The map didn’t help because part of the street was cut off from printing. I knew I had to exit ‘right’ but didn’t realize we were headed north and in the wrong direction as pointed out by Paw. So with one U-turn from one end and another near the 85, we arrived at 03:15PM.
I heard the bird went on the floor during the ride because the horrible suspension and braking system of this car was very rough over northbound 280. And sure enough when I removed the birdcage from behind the seat of driver’s side, she was flat on the floor of the carrier cage.
I got out hurriedly and both of us went into the Suite C instead of the Suite D in error. I used my big brain and logically followed an arrow-like sign of a bird pointing to the right side of the building. The side door did not have any markings to show this was the place.
But as I peered inside and past the windows, I saw this had to be the place. There was a large bird cage containing three male budgies and they were big boys! I happen to love boys because they are much friendlier and don’t bite and hard as the females when grabbing for treatment is needed.
We filled out the front and back sides of this paper and the bird with its cage was brought in the back for assessment by the physician. The place was clean enough as we waited for no more than five minutes and during which time I went back to talk to the three male budgies. Good boys!
The doctor came out and explained what could be wrong and the assistant lead us back to further discuss the treatment for the brat, I meant, the bird. We found out that she had a big tummy that wasn’t supposed to be there.
There could be the possibility of liver disease due to the diet of mostly seed; low infection or hormonal. The doctor saw her cere, which is the waxy part of the nostril, was too big and there were bruising both on her beak and toenails.
During the interview, the doctor wanted to understand our philosophy about treating the bird. I explained that based on our technology we should intervene and provide whatever comfort for the distressed bird.
BooBoo was in distress from her obvious panting. The first estimate was affordable and we got an X-ray done on her to find that the bones lack sufficient calcium. The second one involved more testing – one was the draining of excess fluid from her tummy based on the X-ray.
As the assistant held the bird in the wrapped towel, I observed the head of the bird jolted as the sign of the needle making its way to allow the swelling of said tummy to relieve the diaphragm, which seemed to have prevented BooBoo from inhaling enough oxygen.
Her oxygen level was at approximately 35%, which was below the normal 50%. And the doctor provided a before and after sample, which showed both dark and the normal pink color, by snipping a piece of the toenail. Then a yellow powder was applied to stop the flow of blood.
The incubator and oxygen tank helped to comfort BooBoo for one night’s stay at the hospital. And I received a phone call from the doctor at 07:00PM but had my cellphone turned off while both Maw and I visited ‘Squirrel-Ling,’ who is alone at his home again; while Twit is out buying presents for another wedding and at night (as usual – sheesh).
[My opinion is for a couple to be together no matter what. I told Brat to ‘spy’ on her and find out really what she is up to. She could be caring for her bum brother during her nights out almost everyday; since they bought a house together.]
The cost of treatment didn’t matter to us. As long as the breath of life flowed through our little BooBoo, we were willing to make her live as long as she wants. The estimate total is close to the crown I still have to get done.
So far I’ve bounced two checks and gotten another voicemail message earlier this morning for help by those ‘Morons’. But of course our BooBoo has been the priority of today. None would help me. None would help BooBoo. With proper perspective of being alone, I have decided that none could help us except ourselves.
P.S. The Bible thumpers should read well: Owe none! And the flow will happen, I swear!!! But according to my ‘watcher’ by association at work, he told me during lunchtime that I should not want too much of anything. I learned that all that we need has already been provided.
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