I really should be sleeping, but I realize that people probably want an update on Peanut.
It's been a stressful week here (well, more like a stressful month) and I'm being stretched pretty thin. Adding a sick rabbit only strains things further. By the end of the day I'm more than ready to fall into bed, only I sleep in a loft, and it's more a climb-up-the-ladder-crawl-towards-the-pillow kind of motion.
As I mentioned yesterday, Peanut has hit a recovery plateau. No better, no worse. She is still very shaky and uncoordinated. Her head does not tilt, but she does tend to list, and sometimes roll, towards her right side. Her balance is quite easily thrown off, so all feeding, cleaning, and medicating is done inside their pen. Luckily the poopy butt issues disappeared after we cut out the bananas. But feeding time usually means a messy face, and I wipe the dribbles up to prevent crustiness. She hates having her face wiped. I ask her if she'd rather have a five pound Mini Rex trying to lick the food off her dewlap. She just buries her head in her chest and tries to will the washcloth away.
She is eating hay on a regular basis, which is good, both for her teeth and for her digestive system. The problem is that she's not eating enough, and so the hand feedings continue. She's drinking water on her own as well, something I'm thankful for in this hot weather. Peanut did try to eat dinner alongside Rex tonight, consuming less than a handful of pellets. Rex tried to share in her dinner as well, and didn't understand why mommy kept shooing him away from the lovely bowl full of mushy food.
I understand that recovery takes time, and given how incapacitated she was a week ago, I'm truly amazed at her progress. But I sense that Peanut is frustrated with the current state of things. Every time she attempts to do something that requires a modicum of coordination, something she's done all her life, and suddenly she can't - well, you can practically feel the discontented vibes. Tonight I watched her struggle to spread out a pile of hay in the litterbox, in order to have a soft place to rest. She took both front paws and pulled the hay towards her, only to topple over headfirst into the side of the box.
But despite her difficulties, she continues to try. After righting herself, she went back to smoothing out the hay, and then settled down for a nap. Rex is a constant presence, always ready for comfort and kisses. I don't think Peanut would be doing this well if it wasn'tfor his companionship.
They're snuggling, I'm exhausted, I think it's time for bed. G'night!