Saturday, March 31, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Joe's Dystocia Cherry Has Been Popped!
I want to put in a little paragraph from a blog (http://cantspelldvm.blogspot.com/) I follow. It is the truth as far as I am concerned.
'Veterinary medicine is a scientific world that is froth with superstition. There are so many things about which we are superstitious. Never say a day doesn't look busy because it will then explode into chaos. Never say things can't get worse; TRUST ME, they can!! Never call an owner before their pet is fully awake from anesthesia or the pet will die. Never name a pet "Lucky" because it surely won't be. You get the idea.'
So last weekend I was on call and with the exception of fielding a call from someone that was convinced their cat was dying on a beautiful Sunday afternoon despite being sick for a month (oh, and it was a non-client so I bounced it to the emergency clinic), all of my emergencies were large animal calls. Joe and I were also taking care of TS's sheep herd and assorted pets.
Saturday, I was quite busy in the morning dealing with four horse calls in addition to giving Joe a jumpstart when he left the lights on while feeding said sheep. That afternoon, I was getting ready to leave to feed the sheep when I got a call about a calving. Actually, I missed the call and was listening to the voice mail when the farmer called back. It was a head back. Sigh. I'm no good at those simply because I have tyranasaurus rex arms. I knew the farmer was short too so I convinced Joe to come and be helpful. When we got to the farm, the cow was loose in a herd. We sorted her out and chased her around before getting her trapped and tied up. I felt around and sure enough the head had flopped over the legs and was laying just out of reach. I could feel the ears and the corner of the jaw. Despite what you may think, ears don't make a great handle especially when slimey inside a cow's uterus. The farmer joined us about then confirming that he could only feel what I was currently feeling. I worked a little more before telling Joe to glove up. Unfortunately, Joe couldn't feel much more than what I and the farmer had. I think had he been more experienced, he easily could have. And if he wasn't so bothered by the cow crushing him in her pelvis between the calf's two front legs. It took a while but myself, Joe and the farmer worked and got the head up close enough for me to put the krey hook between the lower jaw. From there we all just pulled. The calf came out, the cow went down but she seemed content. Joe and I went on our way to take care of the sheep.
Sunday morning, we were on our way to care for the sheep when I got a call about a colic. The horse didn't seem too bad. I gave some banamine and tried to tube it but the horse was being an ass so it didn't really happen. I told the O to call if the horse worsened but I didn't expect it to. That night as Joe and I settled in for The Walking Dead, I got a call regarding the escaping sheep we found at TS's and then I got a call about a goat passing a dead kid. Joe decided that he wanted to go because of his new found goat love. The goat kid was mummified and I got it out pretty easily and quickly. I was done in probably 15 minutes despite the fact that the trip lasted like an hour. Joe and the goat's O were talking goats and Joe loved every minute of it. Judging by the later facebook post (I admit there was some facebook stalking going on.), so did the O.
Let's see what else has been going on this week. Working. This morning, I had a euthanasia that only went poorly when halfway through it the needle blew off the syringe splashing me, the owner and the dog with euthanasia solution. Not ideal. Needless to say, I was a little bit furious.
Wedding RSVPs are rolling in. So far only one no. But there are tons still out there. A month left to send them in still. We met with the officiant and he seems like a good times guy. Joe even seems excited about him. At the end of the meeting, he wanted to meet our animals.
'Veterinary medicine is a scientific world that is froth with superstition. There are so many things about which we are superstitious. Never say a day doesn't look busy because it will then explode into chaos. Never say things can't get worse; TRUST ME, they can!! Never call an owner before their pet is fully awake from anesthesia or the pet will die. Never name a pet "Lucky" because it surely won't be. You get the idea.'
So last weekend I was on call and with the exception of fielding a call from someone that was convinced their cat was dying on a beautiful Sunday afternoon despite being sick for a month (oh, and it was a non-client so I bounced it to the emergency clinic), all of my emergencies were large animal calls. Joe and I were also taking care of TS's sheep herd and assorted pets.
Saturday, I was quite busy in the morning dealing with four horse calls in addition to giving Joe a jumpstart when he left the lights on while feeding said sheep. That afternoon, I was getting ready to leave to feed the sheep when I got a call about a calving. Actually, I missed the call and was listening to the voice mail when the farmer called back. It was a head back. Sigh. I'm no good at those simply because I have tyranasaurus rex arms. I knew the farmer was short too so I convinced Joe to come and be helpful. When we got to the farm, the cow was loose in a herd. We sorted her out and chased her around before getting her trapped and tied up. I felt around and sure enough the head had flopped over the legs and was laying just out of reach. I could feel the ears and the corner of the jaw. Despite what you may think, ears don't make a great handle especially when slimey inside a cow's uterus. The farmer joined us about then confirming that he could only feel what I was currently feeling. I worked a little more before telling Joe to glove up. Unfortunately, Joe couldn't feel much more than what I and the farmer had. I think had he been more experienced, he easily could have. And if he wasn't so bothered by the cow crushing him in her pelvis between the calf's two front legs. It took a while but myself, Joe and the farmer worked and got the head up close enough for me to put the krey hook between the lower jaw. From there we all just pulled. The calf came out, the cow went down but she seemed content. Joe and I went on our way to take care of the sheep.
Sunday morning, we were on our way to care for the sheep when I got a call about a colic. The horse didn't seem too bad. I gave some banamine and tried to tube it but the horse was being an ass so it didn't really happen. I told the O to call if the horse worsened but I didn't expect it to. That night as Joe and I settled in for The Walking Dead, I got a call regarding the escaping sheep we found at TS's and then I got a call about a goat passing a dead kid. Joe decided that he wanted to go because of his new found goat love. The goat kid was mummified and I got it out pretty easily and quickly. I was done in probably 15 minutes despite the fact that the trip lasted like an hour. Joe and the goat's O were talking goats and Joe loved every minute of it. Judging by the later facebook post (I admit there was some facebook stalking going on.), so did the O.
Let's see what else has been going on this week. Working. This morning, I had a euthanasia that only went poorly when halfway through it the needle blew off the syringe splashing me, the owner and the dog with euthanasia solution. Not ideal. Needless to say, I was a little bit furious.
Wedding RSVPs are rolling in. So far only one no. But there are tons still out there. A month left to send them in still. We met with the officiant and he seems like a good times guy. Joe even seems excited about him. At the end of the meeting, he wanted to meet our animals.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Dr. Pope, the Dog Communicator
I don't claim to have a special gift that allows me to speak with animals. No matter how much I meow at cats, I very rarely get a response back from them that means anything worthwhile. Not that I would understand it anyway.
BUT...
I've of late had some premonitions about pets.
Most recently, I had seen a cat named Melissa. Melissa is an old cat (17 or 18) with chronic kidney disease. She did very well with her kidney disease. Routine bloodwork showed her kidney values to be steadily increasing which wasn't surprising but she was maintaining her weight and attitude was good. I saw her recently for being ADR (ain't doing right) and didn't find much on PE. I gave SQ fluids and pulled some blood. Maybe I sent her home on antacids. The next day, she returned with something going on with her eye. I didn't find much. Which I was super relieved by...cats with kidney disease can detach their retinas with increased blood pressure. But Melissa didn't seem to have this issue. Her pupils were equal and reponsive; negative stain uptake. So I sent her home on some antibiotic drops in case she had a little infection starting. A few days later, we got a fax that Melissa had ended up in the emergency clinic over the weekend with acute glaucoma. I was devistated! I missed it?!? Probably not, but something was obviously starting. So fast forward several more days, Mr. Montique woke me up by literally meowing in my ear at 4am. I instantly thought that I need to call and check on Melissa. That day at work, we received word that Melissa had passed away. How weird is that?
As a rule, unless absolutely nessacary, I don't hospitalize animals. I feel that animals are often better at home with their owners watching them and caring for them. In the hospital, no one is there and the pump goes off and the animal doesn't get fluids, etc, etc...So a couple of months ago, I hospitalize a dog. I kind of freaked out all day about what I should do-chest rads, bloodwork, on and on...I woke up in the middle of the night and somehow, I knew that the dog had died overnight. So in the morning, I called the clinic and sure enough I was right. How did I know? How weird is that?
Then there was the dog who's soul I am convinced I felt leaving her body. This particular dog was a sweetheart with an endearing owner. The owner was a good one and she let us do a lot for her animals. So when the decision was made to euthanize the dog because of bone cancer, no one went unaffected. It was a difficult morning. That morning, as I pushed the Euthasol, I felt a wave of pressure come over me. I know that feeling, a somewhat warm, heavy yet pleasant feeling, was this dog's soul leaving her body. I haven't felt it since. How weird is that?
I don't know what those three stories mean. I'm pretty sure that I have woken up in the middle of the night knowing something about an animal. Sometimes when an animal walks in the door, I know what I must do. Sometimes its easy. The PU/PD dog that has had a history of steroid use...maybe we should check it for diabetes. Sometimes its more like fate. The PU/PD middle aged dog...I wanted to check bloodwork right away. The owner declined and the dog worsened. Bloodwork came back with high calcium and the dog had lymphoma. It took a while and some unhelpful expensive tests to get to that conclusion. I actually didn't make the diagnosis but when I saw the high calcium, I knew it was lymphoma. I believed it to the botton of my soul.
Does having this 'sixth sense' about animals mean something? Is it really a 'sixth sense'? Do all vets have this? OR am I just crazy???
BUT...
I've of late had some premonitions about pets.
Most recently, I had seen a cat named Melissa. Melissa is an old cat (17 or 18) with chronic kidney disease. She did very well with her kidney disease. Routine bloodwork showed her kidney values to be steadily increasing which wasn't surprising but she was maintaining her weight and attitude was good. I saw her recently for being ADR (ain't doing right) and didn't find much on PE. I gave SQ fluids and pulled some blood. Maybe I sent her home on antacids. The next day, she returned with something going on with her eye. I didn't find much. Which I was super relieved by...cats with kidney disease can detach their retinas with increased blood pressure. But Melissa didn't seem to have this issue. Her pupils were equal and reponsive; negative stain uptake. So I sent her home on some antibiotic drops in case she had a little infection starting. A few days later, we got a fax that Melissa had ended up in the emergency clinic over the weekend with acute glaucoma. I was devistated! I missed it?!? Probably not, but something was obviously starting. So fast forward several more days, Mr. Montique woke me up by literally meowing in my ear at 4am. I instantly thought that I need to call and check on Melissa. That day at work, we received word that Melissa had passed away. How weird is that?
As a rule, unless absolutely nessacary, I don't hospitalize animals. I feel that animals are often better at home with their owners watching them and caring for them. In the hospital, no one is there and the pump goes off and the animal doesn't get fluids, etc, etc...So a couple of months ago, I hospitalize a dog. I kind of freaked out all day about what I should do-chest rads, bloodwork, on and on...I woke up in the middle of the night and somehow, I knew that the dog had died overnight. So in the morning, I called the clinic and sure enough I was right. How did I know? How weird is that?
Then there was the dog who's soul I am convinced I felt leaving her body. This particular dog was a sweetheart with an endearing owner. The owner was a good one and she let us do a lot for her animals. So when the decision was made to euthanize the dog because of bone cancer, no one went unaffected. It was a difficult morning. That morning, as I pushed the Euthasol, I felt a wave of pressure come over me. I know that feeling, a somewhat warm, heavy yet pleasant feeling, was this dog's soul leaving her body. I haven't felt it since. How weird is that?
I don't know what those three stories mean. I'm pretty sure that I have woken up in the middle of the night knowing something about an animal. Sometimes when an animal walks in the door, I know what I must do. Sometimes its easy. The PU/PD dog that has had a history of steroid use...maybe we should check it for diabetes. Sometimes its more like fate. The PU/PD middle aged dog...I wanted to check bloodwork right away. The owner declined and the dog worsened. Bloodwork came back with high calcium and the dog had lymphoma. It took a while and some unhelpful expensive tests to get to that conclusion. I actually didn't make the diagnosis but when I saw the high calcium, I knew it was lymphoma. I believed it to the botton of my soul.
Does having this 'sixth sense' about animals mean something? Is it really a 'sixth sense'? Do all vets have this? OR am I just crazy???
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
I Hope Married Life Is Like This
Joe and I have been having the best weekends ever IF (and only if) we plan to do something. Anything.
So Saturday, Joe and I got up rather early. I showered, made cinnamon rolls and then we went to Newville. We filled the vet truck with gas and then mailed almost all of the invitations! I say almost all because there are three or four that need addresses or significant other names. If you are lucky enough to be invited, you should receive your invitation sometime this week. We dropped the vet truck off, hand delivered a handful of invitations and gathered some stuff to vaccinate the ponies and pull Coggins tests. We went out to the barn and I vaccinated and drew blood from Cody. He was a jerk as expected but did reasonably well. I gave Nell her rabies vaccine and pulled some blood from her. Joe then gave the last two vaccines (6 way and Potomac). He also got to draw some blood from Nell. Its a good thing that she's a great pony and patient.
We dropped of the blood-the second time that we did it that day. Mrs. Carpenter came out to greet us. She was concerned about a triplet lamb. The lamb was scrawny to me but still very much lively! I gave my hope that it would do well. Joe and I then went to get gas in the car before heading towards Chambersburg. Joe had mentioned going to the Bent and Dent. As much as the allure of dented cans and expired condiments is my siren song, I opposed it. We went towards Gettysburg and stopped at a handful of antique stores. Joe wouldn't let me get an old sled. :( I did end up with a model of the moon and a glass with pictures of goats on it that bought for Joe. We then went to Mister Ed's Elephant Museum which is really a candy shop (including homemade fudge) with lots of elephants.[EDIT: We ended up stopping at this place that literally had tables upon tables of stuff out front. At first, I was super excited. That went to terrified within 30 seconds when there was a frenzy of barking. I told Joe to go but then the old man invited us to look and 'start a pile'. I easily get suckered in when old men are involved. Joe and I didn't start a pile. Most of the stuff was in piles. Everything was so rotten that the tables were falling out from underneath the dry rotting glasses. Luckily, most of these glasses were upside down thus preventing mosquitos from breeding there. I'm still positive that everything (humans and dogs included) had both Lyme disease and West Nile. END EDIT] From there, we went to the Caprine Delight Dairy which is a goat dairy. Joe bought a half gallon of goat milk and some cheese. While I was looking for two more dollars as well as fighting off a dog and polydactyl cat that wanted to get into my car, Joe somehow talked the owner into showing us around. We looked around and Joe got his goat fill. I got my fill of polydactyl cats that were cute and fluffy. Horses, sheep, goats and cows from the road. We ran home to drop off the milk and then went to Chili's for dinner. Saturday night, we laid around the house.
Sunday, we went to see the ponies, bought groceries, ate Taco Bell, went to the dog park (me too!), ate Mexican food (the Taco Bell got me craving it), made impressions of our fingerprints for our wedding rings and then watched some TV.
Today, I went to see the ponies, did some laundry, enjoyed some dog free time, eventually baked a chicken. I had another Pinterest FAIL with some mashed califlower. I don't really like califlower but a couple of ways-raw with dip and roasted. This recipe stated that it would be like mashed potatoes. Joe is back on the bean diet but I'm not sure how much he's going to actually lose in two and half months. I did leave out a large amount of butter and cheese from this recipe. It probably also didn't help that I don't have the proper equipment to mash califlower. Califlower doesn't mash with a potato masher or with a mixer. A stick blender only works marginally well. Someone better get me a food processor for a wedding present or else heads will roll...I'm currently in a pretty foul mood. I've eaten a lot of candy today. I want some ice cream. Maybe its the spring weather. I'd settle for some cuddling with Joe or a drive (with a soda).
So Saturday, Joe and I got up rather early. I showered, made cinnamon rolls and then we went to Newville. We filled the vet truck with gas and then mailed almost all of the invitations! I say almost all because there are three or four that need addresses or significant other names. If you are lucky enough to be invited, you should receive your invitation sometime this week. We dropped the vet truck off, hand delivered a handful of invitations and gathered some stuff to vaccinate the ponies and pull Coggins tests. We went out to the barn and I vaccinated and drew blood from Cody. He was a jerk as expected but did reasonably well. I gave Nell her rabies vaccine and pulled some blood from her. Joe then gave the last two vaccines (6 way and Potomac). He also got to draw some blood from Nell. Its a good thing that she's a great pony and patient.
We dropped of the blood-the second time that we did it that day. Mrs. Carpenter came out to greet us. She was concerned about a triplet lamb. The lamb was scrawny to me but still very much lively! I gave my hope that it would do well. Joe and I then went to get gas in the car before heading towards Chambersburg. Joe had mentioned going to the Bent and Dent. As much as the allure of dented cans and expired condiments is my siren song, I opposed it. We went towards Gettysburg and stopped at a handful of antique stores. Joe wouldn't let me get an old sled. :( I did end up with a model of the moon and a glass with pictures of goats on it that bought for Joe. We then went to Mister Ed's Elephant Museum which is really a candy shop (including homemade fudge) with lots of elephants.[EDIT: We ended up stopping at this place that literally had tables upon tables of stuff out front. At first, I was super excited. That went to terrified within 30 seconds when there was a frenzy of barking. I told Joe to go but then the old man invited us to look and 'start a pile'. I easily get suckered in when old men are involved. Joe and I didn't start a pile. Most of the stuff was in piles. Everything was so rotten that the tables were falling out from underneath the dry rotting glasses. Luckily, most of these glasses were upside down thus preventing mosquitos from breeding there. I'm still positive that everything (humans and dogs included) had both Lyme disease and West Nile. END EDIT] From there, we went to the Caprine Delight Dairy which is a goat dairy. Joe bought a half gallon of goat milk and some cheese. While I was looking for two more dollars as well as fighting off a dog and polydactyl cat that wanted to get into my car, Joe somehow talked the owner into showing us around. We looked around and Joe got his goat fill. I got my fill of polydactyl cats that were cute and fluffy. Horses, sheep, goats and cows from the road. We ran home to drop off the milk and then went to Chili's for dinner. Saturday night, we laid around the house.
Sunday, we went to see the ponies, bought groceries, ate Taco Bell, went to the dog park (me too!), ate Mexican food (the Taco Bell got me craving it), made impressions of our fingerprints for our wedding rings and then watched some TV.
Today, I went to see the ponies, did some laundry, enjoyed some dog free time, eventually baked a chicken. I had another Pinterest FAIL with some mashed califlower. I don't really like califlower but a couple of ways-raw with dip and roasted. This recipe stated that it would be like mashed potatoes. Joe is back on the bean diet but I'm not sure how much he's going to actually lose in two and half months. I did leave out a large amount of butter and cheese from this recipe. It probably also didn't help that I don't have the proper equipment to mash califlower. Califlower doesn't mash with a potato masher or with a mixer. A stick blender only works marginally well. Someone better get me a food processor for a wedding present or else heads will roll...I'm currently in a pretty foul mood. I've eaten a lot of candy today. I want some ice cream. Maybe its the spring weather. I'd settle for some cuddling with Joe or a drive (with a soda).
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
Green Acres
I asked Joe the other day when I thought about a blog written by a friend if he thought that somewhere, deep inside, we all had this drive to be farmers and to be self sufficiant. Something that makes us want to grow our own food and know its origin. Something that makes us want to be better people by doing our own little part for ourselves, for our families, for the world. Joe said no.
I know that Joe and I never will be self sufficiant or even as close to it as some people are or claim to be. I'll never be weaving our own clothes out of cotton that I harvested by hand. I'll never be grinding my own flour by wheat planted in the spring by mules pulling the seeder. I even doubt that I'll be willing to drink milk from our goats or a family cow. Brucella and all that. Make cheese and butter from that milk and maybe artisian soaps, sure.
I do want to raise a couple of calves (preferably Jersey steers) into adults to slaughter for a freezer full of delicious grass fed fatty beef. I do want to have a garden with a variety of vegetables fertilized with the compost pile from our household and barn waste. I do want to have a flock of chickens for eggs and meat.
And of course, there's the goats. Joe can not wait to raise his goats. Right now, I think his focus is on meat goats but I feel like he is leaning towards having a handful of milk goats too. And I can not wait to give Joe the chance to raise these goats.
The key point? To have a farm. And on this farm, acres of pastures where goats and ponies can roam. Where our chickens can peck in the barnyard. Where there are bottle calves to feed. Where there is a big garden full of vegetables.
A farm where Joe and I can raise our family with good values of being hard working and honest. Where our kids are eager to help. Where our kids are better people because they know where their food comes from. Better people because they were raised outside and not in front of a computer or TV. (Despite my love for TV.)
Self-sufficiency or at least partially is what I want.
I know that Joe and I never will be self sufficiant or even as close to it as some people are or claim to be. I'll never be weaving our own clothes out of cotton that I harvested by hand. I'll never be grinding my own flour by wheat planted in the spring by mules pulling the seeder. I even doubt that I'll be willing to drink milk from our goats or a family cow. Brucella and all that. Make cheese and butter from that milk and maybe artisian soaps, sure.
I do want to raise a couple of calves (preferably Jersey steers) into adults to slaughter for a freezer full of delicious grass fed fatty beef. I do want to have a garden with a variety of vegetables fertilized with the compost pile from our household and barn waste. I do want to have a flock of chickens for eggs and meat.
And of course, there's the goats. Joe can not wait to raise his goats. Right now, I think his focus is on meat goats but I feel like he is leaning towards having a handful of milk goats too. And I can not wait to give Joe the chance to raise these goats.
The key point? To have a farm. And on this farm, acres of pastures where goats and ponies can roam. Where our chickens can peck in the barnyard. Where there are bottle calves to feed. Where there is a big garden full of vegetables.
A farm where Joe and I can raise our family with good values of being hard working and honest. Where our kids are eager to help. Where our kids are better people because they know where their food comes from. Better people because they were raised outside and not in front of a computer or TV. (Despite my love for TV.)
Self-sufficiency or at least partially is what I want.
Three Month Panic
AHHHHHHHHH!
That's the sound of me freaking out that I have three months (actually just shy of that) left till Joe and I get married.
So I while I need to really look at my list, I think I now am officially doing okay. *Sigh of relief*
Saturday, I addressed the envelopes for our Pennsylvania guests. I also reviewed the guest list and realized that I have lost two addresses. They got the save the date cards but since then the email containing the actual address has gone MIA. I have since bought some stamps and wrote directions for out of town guests. The end of the week is my goal for having all the invitations addressed and hopefully get to the post office ASAP after that.
Sunday, I bought our wedding bands. Joe's is off the website and mine is custom. We spent way too much money on them but I think that they will be so special and unique. Our fingerprints serve as our engraving. Your fingerprints are unique as you are; your fingerprints never change (barring some accident with a hot glue gun or acid).
Today, I tried on my wedding dress and had the first fitting. It was amazing as it was disappointing. At first the seamstress was gruff and inhospitalable. I had to try to get my dress on by myself which is NOT an easy task. I got caught somewhere between the lining and the actual dress. It was then very clear that not having lost the 10 pounds that I should have lost was not a good thing. Start the seam ripping! At first it was just the lining, then it was the dress itself. Ugh. My heart sank because here was my $1800 dress with gaping holes in the side where my fat ass prevented it from fitting. Then pinning at the bust because my boobs are too small compared to my hips. And then we have to cut out the arms because if we don't my arms will be bloody and sore from the beading and lace rubbing them. Its painful. The next appointment is at the end of April. I will feel bad if lose weight and it doesn't fit because of that. I also need to work on finding some shoes. I have to wear 3" heels otherwise I have to have the hemline altered. Right now, I have about $100 of alterations needed. Not too bad.
And then I decided once I got home, that I really needed to find a wedding officiant. Seriously, this was supposed to be done months ago. In a last ditch effort, I thought I'd try Bishop Carl again. And I got through to him. And he sounds hilarious! And he's totally on board for us.
And now I'm making dinner. Then I'll work on some more invitations.
I went out to the barn last week and they had a new foal there. He's super cute-bay and white tovero. Unfortunately, his mother was euthanized several days after he was born because she prolasped her rectum. In a cow, you shove that back in and sew it up. You're not so lucky with a horse.
I guess, I can share this bit of information because its been told to the staff of both clinics at least. As of June 1st (good timing, I know), BF is retiring. Subsquently, as of June 1st we are no longer doing large animal and no longer doing emergencies. As BF pointed out, the unsocial TH can now come to my wedding because he won't be on call! BUT the loss of large animal is a tough issue for me to understand. I hate the idea of not getting to see some of our large animal clients. I hate the idea of not getting to go out and see horses and cows and the occasional goat. I also am freaking out about this whole situation in addition to the wedding.
I'm also freaking out because tomorrow, I'm pretty sure I have to geld my first horse. Its not the surgery that I am worried about. Its the anesthesia. I'm just not confident that I can get the horse down long enough to perform the task at hand. Also I have to vaccinate several horses, dogs and possibly some steers.
Hmmm...what else? I can't think of much else so I guess that's it.
[EDIT]
Oh, I remembered two more things, then I remembered a third thing but now I'm back down to the original two but one comes as a second post.
So my mom. My mom is under a lot stress because my grandparents (her parents) are ill. They are both in their late eighties and have a variety of ailments that come with age. My grandma has fallen several times over the past ten years progessively breaking her leg from the ground up (ankle, leg?, hip). She also has some skin issues which has rendered her skin paper thin. My grandpa has been battling chronic leukemia for several years. Recently, he's been getting blood transfusions to keep his RBC up. On Christmas, the two of them fell. Grandma made it out okay but Grandpa broke his arm. He also wasn't able to walk because he must have aggrivated an old compression fracture in his spine that had went undiagnosed. Since Christmas, Grandpa has been in and out of the hospital and nursing home because he was getting rehab. Grandma was staying with Mom and Dad. She ended up falling and then went into the hospital. So anyway, lots of stress, understandably. Anyway, I too am under a lot of stress as I am getting closer to some life altering decisions and events. I mean for Christ sakes, I'm getting married in three months! So my mom isn't listening to me which is frustrating and then when she tries to 'help' I get frustrated when she treats me like a child. SO we're not really talking. I should sub in Joe's mom. She'll listen.
That's the sound of me freaking out that I have three months (actually just shy of that) left till Joe and I get married.
So I while I need to really look at my list, I think I now am officially doing okay. *Sigh of relief*
Saturday, I addressed the envelopes for our Pennsylvania guests. I also reviewed the guest list and realized that I have lost two addresses. They got the save the date cards but since then the email containing the actual address has gone MIA. I have since bought some stamps and wrote directions for out of town guests. The end of the week is my goal for having all the invitations addressed and hopefully get to the post office ASAP after that.
Sunday, I bought our wedding bands. Joe's is off the website and mine is custom. We spent way too much money on them but I think that they will be so special and unique. Our fingerprints serve as our engraving. Your fingerprints are unique as you are; your fingerprints never change (barring some accident with a hot glue gun or acid).
Today, I tried on my wedding dress and had the first fitting. It was amazing as it was disappointing. At first the seamstress was gruff and inhospitalable. I had to try to get my dress on by myself which is NOT an easy task. I got caught somewhere between the lining and the actual dress. It was then very clear that not having lost the 10 pounds that I should have lost was not a good thing. Start the seam ripping! At first it was just the lining, then it was the dress itself. Ugh. My heart sank because here was my $1800 dress with gaping holes in the side where my fat ass prevented it from fitting. Then pinning at the bust because my boobs are too small compared to my hips. And then we have to cut out the arms because if we don't my arms will be bloody and sore from the beading and lace rubbing them. Its painful. The next appointment is at the end of April. I will feel bad if lose weight and it doesn't fit because of that. I also need to work on finding some shoes. I have to wear 3" heels otherwise I have to have the hemline altered. Right now, I have about $100 of alterations needed. Not too bad.
And then I decided once I got home, that I really needed to find a wedding officiant. Seriously, this was supposed to be done months ago. In a last ditch effort, I thought I'd try Bishop Carl again. And I got through to him. And he sounds hilarious! And he's totally on board for us.
And now I'm making dinner. Then I'll work on some more invitations.
I went out to the barn last week and they had a new foal there. He's super cute-bay and white tovero. Unfortunately, his mother was euthanized several days after he was born because she prolasped her rectum. In a cow, you shove that back in and sew it up. You're not so lucky with a horse.
I guess, I can share this bit of information because its been told to the staff of both clinics at least. As of June 1st (good timing, I know), BF is retiring. Subsquently, as of June 1st we are no longer doing large animal and no longer doing emergencies. As BF pointed out, the unsocial TH can now come to my wedding because he won't be on call! BUT the loss of large animal is a tough issue for me to understand. I hate the idea of not getting to see some of our large animal clients. I hate the idea of not getting to go out and see horses and cows and the occasional goat. I also am freaking out about this whole situation in addition to the wedding.
I'm also freaking out because tomorrow, I'm pretty sure I have to geld my first horse. Its not the surgery that I am worried about. Its the anesthesia. I'm just not confident that I can get the horse down long enough to perform the task at hand. Also I have to vaccinate several horses, dogs and possibly some steers.
Hmmm...what else? I can't think of much else so I guess that's it.
[EDIT]
Oh, I remembered two more things, then I remembered a third thing but now I'm back down to the original two but one comes as a second post.
So my mom. My mom is under a lot stress because my grandparents (her parents) are ill. They are both in their late eighties and have a variety of ailments that come with age. My grandma has fallen several times over the past ten years progessively breaking her leg from the ground up (ankle, leg?, hip). She also has some skin issues which has rendered her skin paper thin. My grandpa has been battling chronic leukemia for several years. Recently, he's been getting blood transfusions to keep his RBC up. On Christmas, the two of them fell. Grandma made it out okay but Grandpa broke his arm. He also wasn't able to walk because he must have aggrivated an old compression fracture in his spine that had went undiagnosed. Since Christmas, Grandpa has been in and out of the hospital and nursing home because he was getting rehab. Grandma was staying with Mom and Dad. She ended up falling and then went into the hospital. So anyway, lots of stress, understandably. Anyway, I too am under a lot of stress as I am getting closer to some life altering decisions and events. I mean for Christ sakes, I'm getting married in three months! So my mom isn't listening to me which is frustrating and then when she tries to 'help' I get frustrated when she treats me like a child. SO we're not really talking. I should sub in Joe's mom. She'll listen.
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