As each day goes by, she's progressing more quickly.
This morning, she looks like she's almost back to the old DaNiece, the before sick DaNiece. I'd quit weighing her daily after her last bout of thyroid meds (the 22nd) because she just kept losing and it was disheartening. Then last Thursday I weighed her and she was four pounds, eleven ounces. I weighed her yesterday and she had gained three ounces. One a day. She weighed four pounds, fourteen ounces.
The strength in her legs is coming back, she's jumping onto the coffee table with no hesitation. Where holding her had the feeling of a ragdoll, with limp arms and legs, now there is push back. If she wants down, you know it.
She's sleeping better and more rested. And when she's awake and wants to eat, there is no question about it. In the morning, she will follow me until she gets her morning egg. She gets her egg before anything else is done.
So, it's good. And the updates will probably be less now, since she's on the definite mend.