Bunny Fur Balls

Little One’s Bunny is quite spoiled. This isn’t a bad thing, because it means Little One isn’t just taking care of Bunny, but going above and beyond to make sure Bunny will thrive.  She is always reading on websites the best way to intellectually stimulate a rabbit, and about making sure a rabbit gets enough exercise.  When it comes to Bunny’s diet she is determined to make sure Bunny eats the way the websites say will keep her the healthiest.

I really like the rabbit, and find her fun to watch. If you’ve never seen a rabbit hopping up or down stairs you just haven’t lived.  Bunny is allowed to wander around if Little One is home to supervise, otherwise she stays in her large cage (2 rabbit cages connected together).  Bunny adores Little One, and likes to know she isn’t far away.  If Little One forgets to close the door on the rabbit cage when she goes to bed she will wake up at some point to find Bunny on the bed snuggled next to her.

The other night Little One Snap Chatted video and pictures to me of Bunny with fur around her on the floor. Whatever Little One was saying in the video was garbled, but since rabbits shed, I figured that was what she was nattering about.  A while after that she came downstairs with Bunny in her arms, wanting me to hold her.  I hold her often, so I didn’t think anything of it.  I was laying on my side, so I had her put Bunny kind of on my chest, and I had the blanket pulled up so Bunny’s claws would go on that and not through my thin shirt.  All of a sudden Bunny looked at me (which I know because I was looking at her), opened her mouth and SPIT FUR AT ME.  What the heck?  The fur was, oddly enough, dry, but still, it was disgusting.

When Little One came back (after Husband and I both yelled she needed to get downstairs) she was laughing. She knew Bunny had a mouthful of fur when she gave her to me.  Apparently it is not uncommon for female rabbits to pull their fur off that is shedding and take mouthfuls of it to build a nest.  If they aren’t nesting they just spit it out…wherever they are.  Husband laughed, Little One laughed, and Oldest One thought it was gross but laughed when I told her Little One knew Bunny had a fur ball waiting to launch.

A sense of humor is definitely needed to get through life right now, and things like this absolutely take my mind off of the pain and my medical issues for a bit. I’m sure that’s why Little One did this.  Nothing beats a loving family and silly animals!

Getting Back

It has been way too long since I posted anything. At first it was because life got a little crazy with my getting a promotion at work (yay!), the girls graduating (another yay!), and everything that went into all of that.  But then my life fell apart, and that is really why I haven’t posted.

I think letting the bad get in the way of my writing has not been good for me. I was really enjoying writing, and it made me happy.  I enjoyed reading the postings of everyone I followed, which also made me happy.  But in the long months since I’ve not posted, I also haven’t read the blogs I follow.  I intend for all of this to stop today.

At the beginning of summer my body gave up, the intense pain started, and I’ve pretty much been stuck in a recliner. I started out stuck in bed or on the air mattress Husband put up in the living room, so upgrading to the recliner was actually great.  With the help of a cane I can walk a little, and stand a little, and I can sit in a chair a little.  I can’t do any of these activities a lot, which is restrictive.  I haven’t been to work since this started, but I have watched almost the entire 9 seasons of The Walton’s!

I’ve had 7 procedures, and I was so very hopeful after the 7th, which happened 2 weeks ago. But, I don’t think it worked (although I’m supposed to give it a full month to take effect), because my pain spread a little, and I am having more problems walking than I was.  So now I have to get all of my records together and make appointments with surgeons.  I’ve said in the past that there was no way I would consider surgery unless I was to the point where I couldn’t walk and I was in constant pain…which is where I am, so now I have to hope I am a surgical candidate.

Pain is so wearing. I’ve lived with constant but manageable pain for 6 years, but what I am going through now beats all of that.  I’m on so many medications to help the pain I had to set alarms for when I’m supposed to take them, and then remember what I’m supposed to take when the alarm goes off.  I use 3 different over-the-counter creams when I go to bed to try and numb the pain so I can fall asleep.  I rotate them so I have a better chance of them not losing their effectiveness over time by my skin getting used to them.  Even with all of this I constantly hurt, and hurt fairly high on the pain scale…being at a 6 is a good day for me.

I am not doing too bad staying cheerful and optimistic, although Husband might say differently. I think blogging again, and reading other bloggers will definitely improve my days, especially since I’m almost out of Walton’s episodes to watch.  I really do have a lot of wonderful people in my life, and good things happening.  I can’t let the pain diminish that, and more importantly, I won’t.  So, I’m looking forward to reconnecting to blogging and bloggers, and upping the good over the not good in my life.  Happy Monday!