Finn is still with us, meaning he's still alive and he's still ensconced downstairs in front of the fireplace on his blankies.
darlong called the vet early on Tuesday morning to have Finn checked out. The vet - Dave - said that outside of the paralysis Finn was in decent shape. Good stomach/rumen sounds
and he found a bit of a reflex in the back legs, too. He recommended that we give Finn another few days to see how he progressed. Obvious problem signs would be a continued failure to thrive and the inability on the cria's part to void any waste. Dar continued with the bottle feeding and added some homemade alpaca gruel to his diet. He fights both of those like a little monster, but it has been helping. And he both pooed and peed today, so that means that his (God, I just blanked) peeing and pooing muscles aren't paralyzed or atrophied. He still can't walk, but he does seem to be getting a bit stronger. The cats go downstairs to check on him from time to time, as do we. He is truly a sweet little guy.
I've been paying for staying awake for 24 hours. Yesterday I was pretty much a zombie, but today is considerably better. Still not up for too much physical activity, but I've been able to help out here and there. Have I mentioned lately how much this sucks?
Speaking of sucking, I watched a bit of
American Idol last night. That was a portion of their top 36? They sounded horrible! Even for AI, which usually makes me grind my teeth in disgust. And the format! The show was 2 hours long; there were 12 contestants; each contestant sang for
1 minute and 20 seconds. If my meager math skills are correct (and they may not be), that's 16 minutes of actual singing. That's a frak load of filler, my friends. I gave up after 23 minutes and only 2 contestants. Although I did flip back every once in a while. And I tuned in for the last few minutes when they do a recap of all the singing. Horrible! They have three nights of this; maybe they top-loaded the last night. I will not be watching, because tonight is The Three Ls:
Life,
Lost(OMG!), and
Life on Mars. I love Wednesdays.
It seems that people who really like the British version of
Life on Mars really hate the American version. And vice versa. I'm one of the vice versas. I tried to watch the Brit version and I truly did not like it. On the other hand, I love the American version. I believe that it's a show that's so tied to the cultural idiom of a particular place and time that it makes sense that either one of the other is going to catch your affection but not both. What I love about it is that it's
so American. I like that they made the show their own, rather than trying to just do the Brit version with American accents.
Lost continues to kick butt. (But it's
Battlestar Galactica that owns my soul.) And
Life continues to be a gem. I missed it last week, damn it, but tonight it shall be mine.
OK, I'm going to go visit Finn. Thank you all for your good wishes for the little guy. I'll keep you updated on what's happening with him.