Giggleagain
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I know this post I wrote in the "Behavioral" forum was read many times but replied to sparingly. To those who did reply, "Thank you". To those who didn't, "I understand". Having such an extreme case of self-mutilation isn't something most people are familiar with and if even the vet offers no more than a very remote chance, I can't nor won't expect anyone here to offer a solution. A little bit of encouragement would be nice though.
However, since I don't know what is going to happen to my Sweet Pea I want to repost what happened yesterday in order to let you know what I'm dealing with.
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Here's yesterday's 1/27/15 post:
Today was bad I came home from work and found a big puddle of almost dried blood on the cage floor and the food dishes. I took him out and his leg looked ok. Not 30 seconds later he bit himself in front of me again, I did the usual applying pressure but it didn't stop bleeding until about 20 minutes later.
I went to get his collar and slipped it on him and put him down to wash my hands. Wouldn't you know he bit himself again, collar and all. He couldn't reach his leg with his beak, but he was able to lift his leg TO his beak. He did it so fast I couldn't react to match his speed. This time the blood just spurted...I just put pressure on, I had no time to get any corn starch. When 20 minutes of pressure had no effect, I somehow dialed the vet with my nose it seems... he wanted me to come in but there was nobody home but me and I couldn't let go of his leg. I walked the walk (like when you have a baby you're trying to put to sleep) with one hand holding him against my chest, and the other holding his leg between thumb and forefinger, applying pressure. Meanwhile the dogs were going crazy, the phone rang at the same time the doorbell, I was ready to just take that thumb away and let things happen but.......I couldn't let him die on my watch.
My son's girfriend finally came home at 6:20pm and since more than an hour had passed, I thought I could drive while she held Sweet Pea. However no, the blood started spurting again as soon as I took my thumb off. So she called the vet and they were waiting for us. Pea got a pressure bandage, a huge collar, an iron shot, and a shot of fluids. The verdict: we'll talk about what to do on friday during his regular appointment. The doc didn't give me much hope. He said there are a large number of tests we can do but 50% of the birds with QMS don't ever get better. They either have to live their entire life with a collar on, or put to sleep.
The viciousness with which Pea attacked himself today was horrible It was a very stressful afternoon
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Back to today, 1/28:
The avian vet has not given me much hope. He has given me 2 days to "think about it". The message to permanently relieve Sweet Pea's internal pain (whatever it may be) was very clear. To resume what I was told: Spend thousands of dollars for the chance that one of the tests we do will reveal the REASON for the self-mutilation and allow us to stop it. We're not talking about plucking. We are talking about slashing your artery 4 times in one day and only surviving because I refused to take pressure off S'Pea's leg until SOMEONE came home to drive me and him to the vet.
I just deleted a part of this post related to my own health because it has no bearing on this case. This is about S'Pea, nobod else.
I can smile about myself right now but....I'm as stubborn as a Quaker Parrot, maybe that's why I love them so much. I kept walking him swearing like a sailor. No, worse. Not, not, not under my watch you won't do this under my watch.
My father bled out from terminal bladder cancer while I took care of him at home. This was NOT going to happen again. Absolutely not. This isn't terminal, I won't let it be.
Today Sweet Pea of course is very resentful because he hates the collar, refuses to eat and drink, and is at his *****iest mood since I've met him. I guess it sucks when someone prevents you from committing suicide. I ground up Roudybush pellets and mixed them with warm coconut milk, fed him 10 syringes of this mixture just for dinner alone (he couldn't get enough of it). I'll wake him again at 5:00 am (I have to work at 6:00) and feed him again. My significant other will feed him again at 9:30am and my son around noon. Then I'll take up his care when I get home at 3:00pm.
The first mile stone I am expecting is a healed leg. I am hoping that his reason for slashing is that the scab/crust hardens and itches or gets tight. I want to get past this stage. We did it with the right leg. The left should heal also if he doesn't continuously slash it again. I'll think of the second mile stone when the first has been reached.
I'm just not ready to throw in the towel. My reason for adopting this wretch was BECAUSE he was a self-mutilator and I wanted to try to save him. I might not have the thousands of dollars required for all the tests that will lead to the eventual "conclusion" that he can't be helped. If we get there it will be one test at a time, because that final resolution will only be made over my dead body.
I've not told this to many people I know because they already think I'm crazy. Those I've told........now at least know that they were right.
However, since I don't know what is going to happen to my Sweet Pea I want to repost what happened yesterday in order to let you know what I'm dealing with.
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Here's yesterday's 1/27/15 post:
Today was bad I came home from work and found a big puddle of almost dried blood on the cage floor and the food dishes. I took him out and his leg looked ok. Not 30 seconds later he bit himself in front of me again, I did the usual applying pressure but it didn't stop bleeding until about 20 minutes later.
I went to get his collar and slipped it on him and put him down to wash my hands. Wouldn't you know he bit himself again, collar and all. He couldn't reach his leg with his beak, but he was able to lift his leg TO his beak. He did it so fast I couldn't react to match his speed. This time the blood just spurted...I just put pressure on, I had no time to get any corn starch. When 20 minutes of pressure had no effect, I somehow dialed the vet with my nose it seems... he wanted me to come in but there was nobody home but me and I couldn't let go of his leg. I walked the walk (like when you have a baby you're trying to put to sleep) with one hand holding him against my chest, and the other holding his leg between thumb and forefinger, applying pressure. Meanwhile the dogs were going crazy, the phone rang at the same time the doorbell, I was ready to just take that thumb away and let things happen but.......I couldn't let him die on my watch.
My son's girfriend finally came home at 6:20pm and since more than an hour had passed, I thought I could drive while she held Sweet Pea. However no, the blood started spurting again as soon as I took my thumb off. So she called the vet and they were waiting for us. Pea got a pressure bandage, a huge collar, an iron shot, and a shot of fluids. The verdict: we'll talk about what to do on friday during his regular appointment. The doc didn't give me much hope. He said there are a large number of tests we can do but 50% of the birds with QMS don't ever get better. They either have to live their entire life with a collar on, or put to sleep.
The viciousness with which Pea attacked himself today was horrible It was a very stressful afternoon
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Back to today, 1/28:
The avian vet has not given me much hope. He has given me 2 days to "think about it". The message to permanently relieve Sweet Pea's internal pain (whatever it may be) was very clear. To resume what I was told: Spend thousands of dollars for the chance that one of the tests we do will reveal the REASON for the self-mutilation and allow us to stop it. We're not talking about plucking. We are talking about slashing your artery 4 times in one day and only surviving because I refused to take pressure off S'Pea's leg until SOMEONE came home to drive me and him to the vet.
I just deleted a part of this post related to my own health because it has no bearing on this case. This is about S'Pea, nobod else.
I can smile about myself right now but....I'm as stubborn as a Quaker Parrot, maybe that's why I love them so much. I kept walking him swearing like a sailor. No, worse. Not, not, not under my watch you won't do this under my watch.
My father bled out from terminal bladder cancer while I took care of him at home. This was NOT going to happen again. Absolutely not. This isn't terminal, I won't let it be.
Today Sweet Pea of course is very resentful because he hates the collar, refuses to eat and drink, and is at his *****iest mood since I've met him. I guess it sucks when someone prevents you from committing suicide. I ground up Roudybush pellets and mixed them with warm coconut milk, fed him 10 syringes of this mixture just for dinner alone (he couldn't get enough of it). I'll wake him again at 5:00 am (I have to work at 6:00) and feed him again. My significant other will feed him again at 9:30am and my son around noon. Then I'll take up his care when I get home at 3:00pm.
The first mile stone I am expecting is a healed leg. I am hoping that his reason for slashing is that the scab/crust hardens and itches or gets tight. I want to get past this stage. We did it with the right leg. The left should heal also if he doesn't continuously slash it again. I'll think of the second mile stone when the first has been reached.
I'm just not ready to throw in the towel. My reason for adopting this wretch was BECAUSE he was a self-mutilator and I wanted to try to save him. I might not have the thousands of dollars required for all the tests that will lead to the eventual "conclusion" that he can't be helped. If we get there it will be one test at a time, because that final resolution will only be made over my dead body.
I've not told this to many people I know because they already think I'm crazy. Those I've told........now at least know that they were right.