Sacha's one week checkup

This morning was Sacha's 1st check up after surgery. 
Although it is healing well there seems to be some concern over the nerve issues and if he can regain it back. Right now he is not putting much weight on it and he is having real issues holding on and grasping food in it. So time will tell. 


I could really kick myself. Never in a million years would I have even thought something like this could have happened from something so simple as him playing with his hanging toy and dropping to the bottom of the cage. As it is standing right now I will have to rethink his cage issue. He shares a cage with his buddy Birdie. I just do not foresee this continuing. 


You take for granted that parrots are a bundle of energy and play rough. Or most of them do. Sacha is no different in the fact he is a rough player with his toys. 


I know it is not but I do feel mostly to blame for what happened. Even though it  was something that I could not control. I should have been better prepared.


Ok just note to myself: (hummmmm right!) I know which way the bipolar went.   I have hit the manic stage of it yet again.....lets see can we say 2 hours of sleep if that! and still running on adrenaline high.  Oh yeah baby ---- will get a fair amount of stuff done today. By the time I bottom out again I will be so worn out (I can only hope so) that I will welcome the change down. Hopefully by then I have everything that I wanted to get done done. 


Sometimes the mania stays longer and sometimes it is short lived. It depends I guess on my body. Chemical changes and so forth. 


People ask why I am so open about having bipolar. My answer is this. I have had people treat me really bad in the past because it was something that I tried to hide and hush hush about. Socially speaking people are afraid if you have any type of mental illness that it will rub of on them. Like yea you can catch it!! NOT!!! Some people are more prone to get it as it is in your genetics.  But that is not saying that just because it is there that it says "hey lets make her life hell".  So anymore I am out front with it, that way if you don't like me as I am then walk the other way. 
I have ups and downs and get irritable and whiny and the whole ball of yarn just depends on the day the time and the phase I am in at that moment. I am not a morning person and never will be in my life. So if you call expecting me to  be happy happy joy joy say before 11 am then don't call. Because that is not me. Lots of coffee and wake up time for me. The only thing I do first in the morning is put on the coffee, feed Tigger and my babies. Then it is coffee time. Since all this has happened with Sacha we take the first thing after all stuff is done and I can sit down and cuddle him.  Like right now I have a small hand towel along the edge of my desk in front of my key board. He is propped on it like he is sitting with one foot on my tummy and the other up.  Get a mental pic of this. He is sitting between my wrists on the edge of the desk with a towel to pad him bum and sitting as pretty as you please. And happy to be there just for the physical contact it gives him. He got stressed at the vet this morning so I am coddling him some. My baby is 8 yrs and 4 months old. wow where has the time gone to. 


Right I hear a otter pop calling mine and sacha name