Sunday, December 2, 2018

Pew! Pew!

noun: abscess; plural noun: abscesses
a swollen area within body tissue, containing an accumulation of pus.

synonyms: ulcer, ulceration, cyst, boil, blister, sore, pustule, carbuncle, pimple, wen, whitlow, canker;
inflammation, infection, eruption

In July, I lost Russette. In July, someone dumped more than a dozen rabbits in a local metro park. The story got this little blurb:

Maybe it was the vulnerability, maybe it was an actual ounce of kindness in my cold cold heart – either way, I jaunted on down to the Humane Society to see if I might lend a hand. And yes, there were over a dozen rabbits abandoned and now the females were housed in a giant pen in the middle of the Humane Society's lobby. Well, they were pretty sure they were all females. (They weren't).

I Googled "Sly Guys" and this is what popped up. In fact, every male rabbit I sexed HAD that exact look on his face. But seriously, have you ever looked at Google Assistant's logo?

I mean ...

Anyhoo ...
The rabbits were all English Spots in some way shape or form. Some were REWs. Some had the tell-tale spots. Some were quite a mix. Some had scarring where tags had been ripped out of their ears.

There were two in particular. Two that picked me.
"It's WAYYYY too soon," I told myself.
Fred (the other human) said, "As soon as I saw the article I knew we would be bringing home rabbits."
I couldn't help it. I picked one.
I picked TWO -- but ...
This is the story of one.

May I introduce, Miss Snow and Miss Jackson (No relation to Sammy) respectively. They were (apparently) a post county fair dump. How do I know? (you may ask).

The dump was Wednesday, July 18th.
Rocket Science 101
It doesn't take a psychic to figure it out.

Miss Snow and Miss Jackson (No relation) were spay and in my home by August 1st.
I spent time on bonding and had a sweet, albeit ornery pair of gals on my hands. Then, I packed them into a carrier and visited my rabbit savvy vet.
Miss Snow = 100%.
Miss Jackson = Not so much.

The look on the vet's face was disheartening. “She has an abscess.”

And Oh, Gawd did I ever hear some horror stories about bunnies going through/living with abscesses.
Surgery was scheduled (SURGERY!) and so began my many sleepless nights of research and worry.
The procedure would be done with 

SIDE NOTE: May I advise anyone who is dealing with bunny issues to sit down and have a heart to heart with their vet as opposed to researching the internet first.

It's the equivalent of this.
Miss Jackson (Cause we're nasty) went into surgery with her "Miss Jackson" attitude.

I loved on her as much as I could before it was time for medications and being strapped down.

She came through with flying colors. There were four "roots" that went pretty deep (down to her mandible) but seemingly not THROUGH said mandible.
The next several weeks were filled with meds, critical care, rinsings and Manuka honey.

Manuka Blossoms.

I about fainted with each rinsing. Hey. Even SUPERGIRL faints. Don't Judge.

Hear that, girls? We can do ANYTHING!
Seriously though, I had to lay down after each rinsing treatment.

I parted the girls for both hygiene and safety. But they remained right next to one another, separated by only a wire pen wall. When Miss J felt better (healed a bit), I began to allow them some supervised time together. All was well. WAS being the operative word. I am not sure what happened in that blink of an eye on that gray November day …

Miss Jackson was grooming Miss Snow and had stopped. I was sitting right there. Miss Snow put her head under Miss J and all of a sudden – FUR FLYING! SWEARING! SCREAMING! And that was just ME!
Yes, it happens. But I still feel horrific.
And Miss Jackson's wound was torn open. * sigh *
So THIS was definitely on me.
[insert self-loathing here]

An immediate call to the vet for both advice and to see if I could get a Xanax.

Water ain't gonna do it.
or two ...

After a half dozen texted photos it was off to the vet! As fate would have it, it was actually BETTER that the wound was that open now. The Dr. stated that had it not happened, he would have reopened it. As he saw it, Snow did us a favor.
Those type of wounds are better if healed from the inside out. And what appears to be something “healing up just nicely” could actually be “Healing from the outside too quickly”. And so – "Dr. Snow" to the rescue. 

The nurse is not amused.
My heart could NOT take it so they were separated PERIOD.  Rebonding would wait even though everything was fine up until then.

Now … Miss Jackson is good to go albeit a slight bald spot on her cheek still. 

I'm in ur baskets folding ur laundries.

And … I have slowly begun rebonding. This is frustrating, I must say.
Miss J still grooms Miss S. But by Gawd when the grooming stops Miss Snow gets QUITE irate. So … for now, there will be plenty of stress bonding.

Here we see Miss Jackson and Miss Snow huddled together on a bathroom mat surrounded by a floor of lava. (Neither of them will venture out on tile). It's slow. And I think it is so slow because I am such a mess over all of the above.

So until they love each other in each others' space again, it's switching spaces, litter boxes, lovies, short dates and lava. Lots of lava.

Any advice is appreciated.
As is any Xanax.

Walk it off, Supergirl!

And to Dr. Timothy Reichard: