My pregnant fish died of abdominal dropsy. And my orange platy with pop-eye and abdominal dropsy also died. Seriously though, abdominal dropsy is absolutely the most disgusting thing I have ever seen in my life - to the point that I have been physically sick and uncomfortable for the rest of the evening. With pop-eye and abdominal dropsy, my platy's eyes popped out (each about 1/8th of an inch) and the fish's body blew up until all of the scales were sticking out line a pine cone seeds and actually started popping out.
Being so grossed out by the first two fish, I picked out one of my guppies that has recently become deformed and decided to end it's life in the toilet for fear of having to find it floating dead in my tank tomorrow morning with other fish eating away at it.
And PQ (which stands for Prom Queen... the other blue Pseudotropheous is PK for Prom King) has some type of fungal infection which I have to take care of since D is out of town. We went through hell Tuesday morning trying to catch her to put her into what Martha calls the "hospital" (it's just a mesh floating separator that hangs on the inside of the tank) so PK would stop harassing her.
The only good news is that the Ick on my cardinals is cured, but even that was a pain to have to see and research.
I am so grossed out that I am short-term considering stopping my fish hobby.
Oh PS...
D is in Atlanta with the Lightning team and getting drunk with the mentors at the hotel (and BBQing off the balcony unless hotel management made them stop), and I am extremely jealous I did not get to go!
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