Bun buns is showing some signs of improvement. Sometimes she stands on her feet for a few minutes now. So that is definitely good after a week or so of “static.” Thanks for everyone’s support. Hopefully she’ll be able to stand and walk on her own eventually.

On to cheerful news. I think the girls football practices are going well. We’re going to take the championship this year!

The Chargers are doing well and are starting to get ranked #1 in a lot of NFL power rankings. I hope there’s no let down. I suppose one yer #1 there’s only one direction you can go. But hey, we beat the Broncos!

We visited Bun Buns in the hospital today. Hops got to go into her cage area and see her. It was really sad. The doctor said she was “static” no signs of improvement. She was eating well out of a syringe but she wasn’t regaining her balance or responding to the meds.

We hope she’ll get better tomorrow. The doctor said if she didn’t show signs of improvement by Monday that we may have to consider “other options.” I think she meant euthanasia.

It was really sad for us. Bun Buns laying helpless like that. Both Cindy and I started crying. We don’t really know what’s causing it yet, but they suspect its a parasite E. Cuniculi. I read up on it and they said that sometimes it takes 7-10 days for there to be improvement. We’re not sure if this doctor is really good at treating rabbits so we’re going to talk to the rabbit specialist at the place and then maybe move Bun Buns to a different hospital before we consider “other options.”

And yes Jon, as you can see, she has an IV.

Please pray for Bun buns.

We woke up this morning to find Bun Buns laying on her side and she couldn’t get up. Cindy took her to the vet and they said that something was wrong with her equilibrium. She doesn’t have anything physically wrong with her body, but she has no balance. This can be caused by an infection or some sort of trauma. I vaguely remember hearing some sounds at night but I have no idea what it was because I was basically still sleeping. We have no idea what could have caused this. We thought maybe Bun Buns and Hops got into a fight, but they’ve been doing so well for a long time and the sound didn’t sound like a fight. There was also no fur scattered around which usually there is if they got into a fight. So maybe they did? Maybe they didnt?

Anyway, the vet said that they have to do treatments to get her to eat. That’s the most important thing because rabbits aren’t like humans they can’t skip meals. They have to constantly be eating or they may die. The doctors are going to treat her and everything, but they have to do blood tests and xrays and stuff so it could cause more trauma for Bun Buns, but it is imperative that she begins eating.

Please pray for her, we’re really worried. If she goes through more trauma or she doesn’t start eating soon she may die.

Edit: Cindy called the Vet and Bun buns is eating now, so she won’t die. We discovered she has “head tilt” which can be caused by a lot of different factors including trauma or ear infection. Many rabbits recover from this to have a normal life but the head tilt may never go away! Pretty scary. I hope Bun buns can fully recover, or maybe her case is not very severe I hope. http://www.mohrskc.org/hrswebpg19.html

I am just goingn to write.  I’m going to write some incoherent trash and see how much of it I can do.  I bet I could fill up this entire page with incoherent trash.  Lets see.  There once was a boy.  He was a really funny boy that made up a lot of funny jokes and told them to his friends.  They called him the joke man.  The joke man was about thirteen years old.  He had sandy blonde hair and was shorter than most of his friends, but he was funny.  He had that thing going for him.  Other people could run, play football, play sports, play things, but he could tell jokes.  He one time even wrote down a lot of the jokes he knew.  He put jokes that he had made up, ones that he had heard from people, as long as they were pretty original and uncommon he put it in his joke book.  He spent a few days typing up all those jokes.  He put in story jokes, the kind that are not just one liners but that involve and entire plot.  He put in riddles.  He put in puns.  He put in everything he knew.  It was an instant hit.  Even though it was only thirty pages or so, people couldn’t get enough of it.  He even saw his teacher reading his joke book.  It was thirty pages of stapled together paper print straight off of his printer.  He made five copies.  One for each of his friends.

His friends were Johnny, David, Nick, and Fred.  He made a copy of the joke book for himself too.  Johnny was really good at football.  David was really good at basketball.  Nick was really good at baseball and Fred was really good at soccer.  They were all really good at some sport, but jokeman was good at jokes.  Nobody really knew what Jokeman’s name was because they had called him Jokeman for so long.  David was the one who made up the name Jokeman back in kindergarten after Jokeman told a joke making fun of their kindergarten teacher.  They had been friends ever since.  David didn’t even know what Jokeman’s name was.  David introduced Jokeman to Nick and Fred in the first grade.  They met Johnny in the third grade.  Now they were in 8th grade but they were still really good friends.  Jokeman was generally really quiet, but whenever he said something everyone listened because a new joke would come out.  It would almost always be hilarious.

Every once in awhile Jokeman would miss on a joke.  He would tell a joke, and maybe one out of a hundred jokes would not work.  He took this seriously.  This was his one characteristic that made him special.  He could tell jokes.  He had to make his jokes good.  He couldn’t even have one joke fail if his life was based on jokes.  He had to get 100% success rate.  So what did he do?  He worked on it.  Every joke that failed he would write down also into the failed joke book.  It kinda contrasted with the real joke book because it was all the failed jokes.  Jokeman would look at his failed joke book and try to figure out what made those jokes bad.  Even though he told so many jokes, the failed joke book did not fill up very fast.  He only had a page or so when he published the real joke book of thirty pages.  Nobody even knew that he had this failed joke book.  The failed joke book was a really sad thing for Jokeman.  Every afternoon he would look at the page that he typed and try to figure out a way to make those jokes work.  They never seemed right.  Sometimes he would try them out again on his friends, but they would always fail the second time.  No joke that failed the first time ever made it to being funny again even after all the tweaking that Jokeman did with his failed jokes.  He just couldn’t make those jokes work.  Either a joke worked or it didn’t.  There was no chance for failed jokes to become funny.

Jokeman looked at his failed joke book and tried to throw it away on quite a few occaisions.  He could never bring himself to throw away the book.  He would look at it and hold it close to him as if those failed jokes had more to do with his identity than the thirty page book of successful jokes.

One day a publisher contacted Jokeman.  It was crazy.  All his friends went crazy.  They wanted to publish the joke book.  Johnny asked him how much was he going to be paid for the joke book?  Jokeman didn’t really know.  His parents are the ones who talked to the publisher.  Jokeman knew one thing.  He had to publish his failed jokes with the joke book.  They were as much a part of his identity now.  They could not be separated from the real joke book.

When he told his parents this, they talked to the publisher for him.  They told the publisher, “He really wants these other set of jokes to go in with the rest of the joke book.”  The publisher thought it was a good idea.  He had never read the jokes in the failed joke book after all.  A few days later however, the publisher called back to say that he just couldn’t publish the other jokes.  They weren’t funny.  Jokeman even went on the phone to talk to the publisher directly.  “Please publish these  jokes!  They’re only a page long.”  The publisher said, “It will dillute the effect of the joke book.  We want an all funny book, not a funny book with a few really lame jokes in it.  Every book needs editing and yours didn’t need any.  I can see why now.  You edited it yourself.  You know these jokes are not as good as the rest.  Why do you want them included?”  Jokeman told the publisher, “I don’t know, I just need to have them included.”

“I’m sorry.  I can’t do that.  Its my job on the line.”  Jokeman didn’t know what to do.  He could tell his parents not to publish the joke book but everyone was so happy that his joke book was going to be published.  He couldn’t sort it out.  At the same time, there was this nagging feeling inside him that told him he was betraying those jokes.  He was betraying himself by not publishing the failed jokes with the joke book.  They were one and the same.  They all came from the same source, they had to be published together.

What was he going to do?  Finally the joke book was published, and it was published without the failed jokes.  It sold wonderfully.  It was on the NYTimes bestseller list.  It sold even quicker because the jokes were so funny yet they also had poignant moments in them.  The jokes reached a certain part of people’s hearts that had never been touched before.  People bought the book even more after they learned that it had been written by a thirteen year old kid.  Yes, jokeman became famous.  Yes he was still named jokeman because the publisher decided to publish the book under that name in order to protect the privacy of Jokeman.

Jokeman still wanted to get his failed jokes published.  He called up another publisher in new york city.  It was a rival publisher. The publisher had heard of him and was instantly interested in the possibility of publishing another joke book by Jokeman.  The publisher came down to see him and read his joke book.  It was too short.  It couldn’t be a joke book by itself.  It was only a page long.  The publisher looked at Jokeman with a puzzled look.  He couldn’t tell if he was wasting his time with this thirteen year old kid or not. Was this kid just kidding around with him?  He read the jokes.  They were not funny at all.

Jokeman saw the hesitation in the eyes of the publisher.  What can I do?  How can I get him to publish my jokes?  I’ll write him more jokes he thought.  I’ll write him funny ones.  So jokeman made the publisher come back a few weeks later.  During those weeks he worked hard.  He made up new jokes.  He wrote on his computer for a long time.  He had to get this jokebook published.  The second publisher agreed to publish his new jokebook with the failed jokes.  That was jokeman’s condition.  He wrote the second jokebook.  It wasn’t as long, but it was even funnier than the first jokebook.

A few months later, the second jokebook came out.  People bought this one up even faster.  People loved his jokes. They were funny and some were even touching at the same time.  The first publisher saw this second joke book and was extremely angry.  He came back and talked to Jokeman.  “Jokeman why did you  publish with them?”  he asked.  Jokeman told him “You wouldn’t publish my page of failed jokes and I had to have them out there with the rest of my jokes.  They’re  a part of me.”  The publisher said, “But your failed jokes aren’t in the second book either!”

Jokeman looked stunned when he heard this statement.  Surely they were there.  Surely the second publisher hadn’t tricked him.  Jokeman quickly ran to the bookstore and bought a copy of his own second jokebook.  He looked through the pages.  They were there.  His failed jokes were there.  They hadn’t been changed at all.  They were there right in the midst of his funny jokes.  Jokeman was relieved.  “I wonder why the publisher said they weren’t in the book.”

The publisher never called back so he never found out.  Nick came over to him one day and told him the second jokebook was even funnier than the first joke book.  “Why?” jokeman wondered.  “Because, there are some jokes that aren’t funny.”  “How does that make it more funny?”  Nick looked a little confused.  “I don’t know why it makes your other jokes more funny, but it just does.”

Jokeman got to go to the bookstore again one day, but not to buy his book but to sign people’s copies of the book.  As he was signing it, an old lady came up to the booth and told him that the second joke book made her cry.  Why would the jokebook make her cry?  The jokebook is supposed to be funny.  “It was funny,” she said, “but it was also you.  I felt like from reading those jokes, I knew who you are Eddie.”

He looked into her eyes and somehow she understood him.  He didn’t know why she called him Eddie, maybe it was his name, but even he couldn’t remember anymore.  He would have to ask his parents when he got home.  But somehow, he felt connected to the old woman.  He felt sure that his name really was Eddie.  He was glad he had those failed jokes published.  He wasn’t just funny anymore,  he was more than that.  He was something else. He had something else.