Kalidasa
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I took Kumar to the vet Friday for an x-ray and Giardia test (& test kit), which would complete his exams. He's been having some seasonal hormonal issues, which is another issue. Apparently there is a policy about non-staff being in the x-ray room. I almost bolted then, and wish I did now 
they assured me it would only take a minute as these were digital x-rays. I handed him over and waited...for 26 minutes. He came back a mess. There was a scrape on his shoulder, a few feathers were bent, and he was badly shaken and very thirsty. He crawled under my shirt and hid. The vet came in and I ripped him a new one. Mind you, it was 2 techs that took him (young girls) and the vet was in the x-ray room. 3 people. He apologized and said he was fighting it (duh!). His x-rays were normal he did show and explain.
Fast forward, following morning. His appetite is down and he's depressed. Then I notice he can't fly! 2 flaps and he's down, like a clipped bird. Holding his wings out. I'm realizing his wings hurt. He stays snugged against my chest all morning. I canceled all my appointments. I gave him a bath later that morning, and as he's sitting wet under a light on his stand, I see more abrasions on both wings, and under his armpit there is a deep bruise.
This will never ever happen again, he will never be trusted around strangers again. I feel horrible, like I betrayed him
I called the vets and left a message. He calls right back and says these things happen, and offered to give me some anti-inflammatory mild pain meds for him. He kept saying how he was fighting. OF COURSE HE WAS FIGHTING!!! This is beyond the pale. I'm going in Monday to drop off the samples (stool) and will have to keep my cool and not talk to anyone or I might explode. I want the results without having the police called on me. Then, I'm done with this vet office. If they would have let me in, it would have been an amazingly easy thing that would have taken about 2 minutes. He will go into any position I put him in for a scratch. I should have never handed him over, and now I'm eaten by guilt
Now today is Sunday and he still can't fly. Two flaps and he's down, so no more heights until he can. He's currently sitting atop the drier (I'm drying clothes) and enjoying the warmth. I'm getting that anti-inflammatory because I don't want him to stiffen up. I'm amazed how he just is pure forgiveness after I handed him over to get beat up like that. He ate a little more, and will play with his rollerball a little. I just hate that he can't fly! I left him on my bed for one minute, and he tried to fly to the dresser and he fell. One of my budgies (gadget) flew down to the floor and hung out with him until I picked him up. Even he knows something bad happened.
they assured me it would only take a minute as these were digital x-rays. I handed him over and waited...for 26 minutes. He came back a mess. There was a scrape on his shoulder, a few feathers were bent, and he was badly shaken and very thirsty. He crawled under my shirt and hid. The vet came in and I ripped him a new one. Mind you, it was 2 techs that took him (young girls) and the vet was in the x-ray room. 3 people. He apologized and said he was fighting it (duh!). His x-rays were normal he did show and explain. Fast forward, following morning. His appetite is down and he's depressed. Then I notice he can't fly! 2 flaps and he's down, like a clipped bird. Holding his wings out. I'm realizing his wings hurt. He stays snugged against my chest all morning. I canceled all my appointments. I gave him a bath later that morning, and as he's sitting wet under a light on his stand, I see more abrasions on both wings, and under his armpit there is a deep bruise.
This will never ever happen again, he will never be trusted around strangers again. I feel horrible, like I betrayed him
I called the vets and left a message. He calls right back and says these things happen, and offered to give me some anti-inflammatory mild pain meds for him. He kept saying how he was fighting. OF COURSE HE WAS FIGHTING!!! This is beyond the pale. I'm going in Monday to drop off the samples (stool) and will have to keep my cool and not talk to anyone or I might explode. I want the results without having the police called on me. Then, I'm done with this vet office. If they would have let me in, it would have been an amazingly easy thing that would have taken about 2 minutes. He will go into any position I put him in for a scratch. I should have never handed him over, and now I'm eaten by guilt
Now today is Sunday and he still can't fly. Two flaps and he's down, so no more heights until he can. He's currently sitting atop the drier (I'm drying clothes) and enjoying the warmth. I'm getting that anti-inflammatory because I don't want him to stiffen up. I'm amazed how he just is pure forgiveness after I handed him over to get beat up like that. He ate a little more, and will play with his rollerball a little. I just hate that he can't fly! I left him on my bed for one minute, and he tried to fly to the dresser and he fell. One of my budgies (gadget) flew down to the floor and hung out with him until I picked him up. Even he knows something bad happened.
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