|mood||:|| trying not to|
|music||:||Joan Sutherland - Lakme, Ah! Ou va la jeune Indoue (Delibes)|
It wasn't that it was so busy, it was no busier than usual; it was... emotionally packed, for lack of a better description.
On the Work front, one of our best Lead Developers had tendered his resignation during the week. He is the Dev Lead on the Big Evil Slime Bucket Project and will be leaving in three weeks... mid-project. He's a brilliant guy, works hard and makes a lot of good things happen. It's hellacious enough right now while he's still here, so I'm really afraid to think about what's going to happen next. I'm having a hard time thinking of anyone who can replace him.
Skippy had a really bad thrashing incident Thursday night. After her first cage fright, we got her a night light. But the night light cast a shadow on the wall behind her cage. Essentially, if you're a little bird with crown feathers, the super evil-ass black monster on the wall with big, sharp, spikey horns WILL kill you and not much will convince you otherwise.
We propped up a box in a strategic position to eliminate the shadow and it worked well. But that night, I was manoeuvering it into place and I dropped the plastic dish thingie beside it. It made a LOUD clatter and she flapped like crazy.
I picked her up to talk to her, calm her down and she was bleeding profusely in my hand. She lost a lot of blood. I thought she was going to die from either exsanguination or shock or both, right there in my hands.
We calmed her down and got her to the Animal ER. Dr. Brigitte was on duty again and recognized us. She did the same thing as last time, put Skippy on oxygen in an incubator to calm her down, help her get oxygen into her system and inject some fluids under her skin so she didn't go into shock. They kept her overnight to monitor her condition.
Then Friday morning, I picked her up from the ER and drove her over to Night Owl where Dr. McDonald is. She was getting prep'ed for a surgery with another bird, so she didn't have time to talk to me about anything. =P
Skippy is okay, but I'm not. I was crying in the ER waiting room and I was just a wreck. I thought I'd killed her. All because I tried to cover the stupid shadow that she would have eventually learned wouldn't maul her, that probably wouldn't have mattered anyway if I had just left well enough alone.
It turns out, she isn't actually injured. She has new feathers growing in, they have really big shafts and they're filled with blood. This is normal. They're just a bit too big for her body size, but it's still within the realm of Normal. She's one of those birds whose wings should only be trimmed back 1 inch or, preferably, not at all. That's all it means.
But the problem is, right now, these shafts are in that state where the feather part hasn't grown in yet. So, they're wide open at the end. When she gets freaked out, her blood pressure goes way up which makes the blood pump faster and further. Which means the blood will come out the open ends of the shafts.
She may have to be fitted with a wing sling to keep her wings slightly out so that she can't fly and damage something, just until the feathers grow in. We may have to make her sleep in complete darkness. One of Dr. McDonald's assistants has to keep her cockatiel in a box in a cupboard at night. We might put Skippy in a covered and padded aquarium. Until we can get that ready, we're at least not using that night light anymore. Last night, we used a small lamp that casts a softer light and it worked well.
There was a whole lot of other crap happening around me too, so I was a wreck this week.