Because life is exhausting, Pippa is eggbound, and of course she waited until the weekend. Yesterday I drove her to an ER vet in St. Paul (about 80 miles away) because nowhere in town was open. They found she has a soft-shelled egg that she is having trouble laying, but they were reluctant to do surgery without trying medication first, because surgery can have fatal complications (you may remember Turkey, who died during surgery to collapse an unusually large egg she could not pass on her own). They gave me meds for her and sent us home with instructions to come back if she gets worse before Monday.
On the way home, my right front fender liner in my car, which was loose from sustaining damage from frozen snow buildup on the roads over the winter and which I haven't been able to afford to get fixed, caught on a crack in the blacktop and completely ripped off. This means it's not safe for me to drive back to St. Paul until I can get my car fixed...which I can't do until Monday at the earliest.
The good news is that I'm still able to drive locally at normal speeds (it's 160 miles round-trip to the ER vet and the speed limit is 70 mph almost the whole way, and I'm not comfortable driving a damaged car like that), so if Pippa can just hang on until tomorrow at 7am, I can call my vet and get her in for a day admit. T_T So far she's doing okay but is obviously uncomfortable--she is in a hospital cage in the bathroom being kept humid, and she's getting meloxicam, extra-strength liquid calcium, and misoprostol (yes, apparently they can use misoprostol to try to induce labor in birds, too), and I'm checking on her regularly.
Please send good thoughts for Pippa that she can make it through this T_T Also, if you're so inclined to donate to my Ko-Fi, this has been A ROUGH month--I've had about $2000 in vet bills just since mid-July, and now I'm going to have car repair bills, too -_-
(Beatrix is still doing well!)