'Just like a sunburn that you feel will turn into a tan that you just peel and peel...' Is that really the line? Anyway, it doesn't matter because that's what's happening to me. Its gross so I'll spare you the details. Just suffice it to say that I will have to think long and hard about how to even out this nightmare of a tan.
Today (I guess if it stops raining) we are planning on going to HITS which is this huge crazy horse show that's been going on for like a month and still has like two weeks left. The Grand Prix is today. Last night, most everyone went to Tampa for a reining horse competition to promote P&S. I stayed at home to watch TV, which has been finally fixed and by fixed I mean that we get 5 of 500 or so channels. I didn't watch TV and had to feed Jose's horses for him. It was cool.
Three times a week we have a cleaning lady come and clean both the office and the trailer. I wasn't here but she lectured the other girls about how we shouldn't leave so many dirty dishes laying around, how we are going to attract cockroaches (hello, we've had frogs in the toilet!), and how she should report us to her boss but wouldn't this time. See she goes to clean (its not like we really want her too-we could care less) in part I think to make sure we arn't tearing the place apart. But does she realize that there are six people living there that eat three times a day and at least we use dishes! and don't have time between work and the needed sleep to do dishes. Anyway, we've decided that dishes will be done on Sundays, Tuesdays and Thursdays, probably the only days too. At least its not six guys...
Well, I guess I have evaded the law long enough. I got pulled over yesterday. Admittedly I was going very fast-60 in a 45. But there was no traffic! Anyhow, I had seen flashing lights behind this car coming at me, but I didn't see anything else. I did slow some but didn't think much of it until I was right on the car and there was a motorcycle cop riding his ass. Then the cop did a U-y and came up really slow behind me with his lights flashing. I pulled over and much to my disappointment he did too. So I gave my license and all of the other stuff that Dr.Matthews handed me. The cop asked if we were vets-no, we just like hauling around a vet box. And if we were coming from a call or going to one-both. So he let me off with a written warning and a word of wisdom to slow down. Dr. Matthews thankfully wasn't mad and said that the county mounties are generally pretty good to vets. They should be since there are more horses in this county than anywhere else. We left but wern't very far when we were called back to the farm we came from. The cop just had pulled off of the highway so I had to follow him all the way back to the farm. Then when I pulled back out of the farm I had to follow him again! all the way back to the road. So now I am terrified-do I go fast and risk a ticket? Or do I slow down and risk the fist of fury from Dr.Matthews? While a ticket is more financially painful (since the clinic pays nothing on it and it would up my insurance), the fist of fury is most certainly physically painful.
Veternairian word of the day: anasarca-generalized edema with accumulation of serum in the connective tissue. That's what I thought it meant.
Since this has become an absurdly long entry, I will spare you my plans to become famous. Until next time...
[EDIT-2/27/11]
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on January 1, 2011.]
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Xanga-February 22, 2005
Well, Sunday's entry was forfeited by a trip to the Florida State Fair. Who has state fairs in February? The answer is clearly Florida. Anyway, it was fun and disappointing all at the same time. There was a definiate lack of all things aggie but good corn dogs and funnel cakes. The carnival rides were adequatly scary and I think I recognized some of the carnies from Missouri. Also, as we went on the Zipper there was a little girl whose brother wussed out on her so I buddied up and was with her. However, this was a very tiny girl and almost flew from beneath the bar designed to keep her on the seat. She had a good time and let go succeeding to punch me in the nose. The other disappointment of the day was that I ended up looking like a lobster. Seriously, my shoulders are so burned it hurts to wear clothes.
A big disappointment occurred today as I read the Ludo tour diary. Brad Savage left the Buzz. Now what am I going to do? He was so cool...he knew my last name...Ugh. Now they'll go and get someone stupid like Debbie Hunter. That imaginary bitch...
So I finally got the letter say that I have an interview for vet school. Its March 2nd at 1:20pm. I am flying into STL on the 1st and flying back out on the 3rd. Not alot of time to hang out in CoMo but I plan on making the best of it and taking in a show-The Starting Line. Its not Ludo but hey, what can you do? Which brings me to the fact that Ludo will be in Florida in March for this MTV U Spring Break thing. Of course, they aren't playing on a Saturday night or Sunday so the possiblity of seeing them play is slim and none. How weird would it be if I just went to hang out. I would be creeped out but would they? Thoughts? Opinions? Come on Martha, you're just dying to tell me what a dumb thing that is...
Finally, I'd like to mention that the card that everyone signed at Mojo's on Feb. 3rd was like the coolest thing ever. I love it and will always cherish it.
[EDIT-2/22/11]
A big disappointment occurred today as I read the Ludo tour diary. Brad Savage left the Buzz. Now what am I going to do? He was so cool...he knew my last name...Ugh. Now they'll go and get someone stupid like Debbie Hunter. That imaginary bitch...
So I finally got the letter say that I have an interview for vet school. Its March 2nd at 1:20pm. I am flying into STL on the 1st and flying back out on the 3rd. Not alot of time to hang out in CoMo but I plan on making the best of it and taking in a show-The Starting Line. Its not Ludo but hey, what can you do? Which brings me to the fact that Ludo will be in Florida in March for this MTV U Spring Break thing. Of course, they aren't playing on a Saturday night or Sunday so the possiblity of seeing them play is slim and none. How weird would it be if I just went to hang out. I would be creeped out but would they? Thoughts? Opinions? Come on Martha, you're just dying to tell me what a dumb thing that is...
Finally, I'd like to mention that the card that everyone signed at Mojo's on Feb. 3rd was like the coolest thing ever. I love it and will always cherish it.
[EDIT-2/22/11]
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Xanga-February 13, 2005
And in my normal Sunday fashion, I am doing laundry and checking out all of this internet stuff.
I got paid so today may also entail a trip to the grocery store.
All in all, the week wasn't too bad. We had some really warm day and some really, really cold mornings. I am still getting made fun of for not having a coat. These are flashbacks to when Frei didn't have a coat...of course, I am in Florida for the winter and she was in Missouri. See the difference?
Anyway, on one of the incredibly warm February days, I found out the true meaning of being a roadie...other than carrying incredibly heavy stuff around (a full bucket of cotton, an X-ray machine, a very tiny ultrasound machine, etc) (Hey, my emo boy diet could come to life here! I drive, I carry things and I wear dirty clothes! Yes! Break out the Ramen noodles!) Anyway, back to the true meaning of being a roadie, you have to wash the truck. So I washed it because what was I going to say? No? Dr. Matthews is an intmidating man and frightfully strong. He doesn't ask you to move, he pushes you where he wants you. Which brings me to the next thing, when I am driving along, I do just that-drive. Sometimes I think about things but primarily about my speed, where I'm at, how I'm going to manage to avoid the cops, where the 90°curves are, etc, etc. So it thoughly disturbs me when Dr.Matthews chooses to intrupt my focus by punching me in my shoulder and ask me what I'm thinking. Or punching me in the shoulder and say that he thought I was asleep. My answer was that I was thinking about rabbits, which I was.
Vet stuff? Hmmm...still waiting on the letter from vet school regarding a hypothetical interview that would bring me back to the Show Me State. But things I have seen...a newborn dwarf miniature horse bred by the receptionist (it was roughly the size of a large cat). I learned the proper way to give shots so sometimes I do that for the vet. I nearly got attacked by a broodmare when she was getting an ovuplant. I helped take a bunch of X-rays. Everything starts running together so I can't remember. A mare (bred-near full term) we tranquized with Dorm and Torb to put a catheter in her eye. However, she had a really bad reaction and started hyperventalating. Her gums were purple because she couldn't get any air. Then we gave her epinephrine and she was better but sweating so much that steam was rolling off of her. The next day she had a fever even though she was on Bute(?). The vet palpated her but couldn't feel the baby move. He sent her to the clinic and they couldn't get the baby to move but got a heartbeat with the ultrasound. The day after that she redbagged the baby, but I think both are okay-not good but okay. How these things are connected, no one is sure of but it was really interesting to see.
[EDIT-2/15/11]
I got paid so today may also entail a trip to the grocery store.
All in all, the week wasn't too bad. We had some really warm day and some really, really cold mornings. I am still getting made fun of for not having a coat. These are flashbacks to when Frei didn't have a coat...of course, I am in Florida for the winter and she was in Missouri. See the difference?
Anyway, on one of the incredibly warm February days, I found out the true meaning of being a roadie...other than carrying incredibly heavy stuff around (a full bucket of cotton, an X-ray machine, a very tiny ultrasound machine, etc) (Hey, my emo boy diet could come to life here! I drive, I carry things and I wear dirty clothes! Yes! Break out the Ramen noodles!) Anyway, back to the true meaning of being a roadie, you have to wash the truck. So I washed it because what was I going to say? No? Dr. Matthews is an intmidating man and frightfully strong. He doesn't ask you to move, he pushes you where he wants you. Which brings me to the next thing, when I am driving along, I do just that-drive. Sometimes I think about things but primarily about my speed, where I'm at, how I'm going to manage to avoid the cops, where the 90°curves are, etc, etc. So it thoughly disturbs me when Dr.Matthews chooses to intrupt my focus by punching me in my shoulder and ask me what I'm thinking. Or punching me in the shoulder and say that he thought I was asleep. My answer was that I was thinking about rabbits, which I was.
Vet stuff? Hmmm...still waiting on the letter from vet school regarding a hypothetical interview that would bring me back to the Show Me State. But things I have seen...a newborn dwarf miniature horse bred by the receptionist (it was roughly the size of a large cat). I learned the proper way to give shots so sometimes I do that for the vet. I nearly got attacked by a broodmare when she was getting an ovuplant. I helped take a bunch of X-rays. Everything starts running together so I can't remember. A mare (bred-near full term) we tranquized with Dorm and Torb to put a catheter in her eye. However, she had a really bad reaction and started hyperventalating. Her gums were purple because she couldn't get any air. Then we gave her epinephrine and she was better but sweating so much that steam was rolling off of her. The next day she had a fever even though she was on Bute(?). The vet palpated her but couldn't feel the baby move. He sent her to the clinic and they couldn't get the baby to move but got a heartbeat with the ultrasound. The day after that she redbagged the baby, but I think both are okay-not good but okay. How these things are connected, no one is sure of but it was really interesting to see.
[EDIT-2/15/11]
Tuesday, February 8, 2005
Xanga-February 8, 2005
So yesterday wasn't overall a bad day. There was a birthday banner and cake made by my trailermates and friends. It was cool. We had massive amounts of Chinese for dinner. The first really Chinese people I have seen in Florida. Martha and Brittany sent me e-mail greetings, my parents and grandparents sent me cards and both my brothers called me. Frei called me. It was great. Well, except that my older brother and Frei called me late at night-late being after 10pm. Eddie called me at 10:30ish and I didn't want to get out of bed so I didn't and then bitchy Ann was like 'Can you please go into the living room?' in the most bitchy voice possible. I did though I should of told her to fuck off.
The net total of birthday money-$10. Yeah, that'll buy groceries...
[EDIT-2/8/11]
The net total of birthday money-$10. Yeah, that'll buy groceries...
[EDIT-2/8/11]
Monday, February 7, 2005
Xanga-February 7, 2005
Happy Birthday to me. This day included getting up at 2:30am to see if a mare ovulated. She didn't. And then I had to get up at 4:30am to work for the day. I don't know what the afternoon/evening has in store but I think bed may be okay.
[EDIT-2/8/11]
[EDIT-2/8/11]
Sunday, February 6, 2005
Xanga-February 6, 2005
The highlight of the past week was Monday's trip to McDonald's. The event happened roughly like this. It was roughly 5pm and we were all off of work, Ann was at the pet store (yet again...spawning Question: 'Where's Ann?' and Answer: 'At the pet store.'), and sitting around wondering what to do about dinner. Then Kayleen says, 'Does anyone want to go to McDonald's with me?' Seriously folks, we were in the car waiting before she finished the sentence. In true fashion that the members of The Ranch would be proud of, I raped that Dollar Menu with my handful of quarters. Good times.
The low light of the week was missing both Ludo and Ludo/ABJ's last show. I was hoping for a call from the Ludo show but Dave seemingly dropped the ball on his responsiblity and was left without. But he redeemed himself by calling at 12:15am (Florida time) and letting me hear the garbled song 'Sunburn'. It was a joyous moment for me-Justin asked me if he sounded like a robot or told me I did. I didn't really understand. Mostly because I was still half-asleep and figuring out what that noise was. However, my roommates were not impressed with my phone going off. I think however that this interruption in the night's sleep was founded. Rachel's phone goes off alot and Ann had left the red light to her gecko on. She did say my phone call was annoying and I wanted to punch her-alas, I have only been here 3 weeks. But also, she was the one that decided during my ABJ moment of silence and CD listening event (which no one showed up to) to take that time to simultanously talk baby talk to her gecko (I foresee a tragic accident involving the barncat, Lassie and that lizard) and talk to her mom.
Last night, we had a bonfire. While in Missouri, a bonfire consists of any wood not fit to be logs for a fireplace. In Florida, it is the opposite. Jose thought he had to cut logs-and he thankfully did. So we dragged up some straw and ate hotdogs and smores. It was fun. Three of the other interns from the main clinic showed up. We plan to have another one as there is no shortage of wood. I gave Ann the finger for mocking Ludo and she was really offended by it. What can I say....
That's pretty much been my week-minus the boring vet stuff.
[EDIT-2/6/11]
The low light of the week was missing both Ludo and Ludo/ABJ's last show. I was hoping for a call from the Ludo show but Dave seemingly dropped the ball on his responsiblity and was left without. But he redeemed himself by calling at 12:15am (Florida time) and letting me hear the garbled song 'Sunburn'. It was a joyous moment for me-Justin asked me if he sounded like a robot or told me I did. I didn't really understand. Mostly because I was still half-asleep and figuring out what that noise was. However, my roommates were not impressed with my phone going off. I think however that this interruption in the night's sleep was founded. Rachel's phone goes off alot and Ann had left the red light to her gecko on. She did say my phone call was annoying and I wanted to punch her-alas, I have only been here 3 weeks. But also, she was the one that decided during my ABJ moment of silence and CD listening event (which no one showed up to) to take that time to simultanously talk baby talk to her gecko (I foresee a tragic accident involving the barncat, Lassie and that lizard) and talk to her mom.
Last night, we had a bonfire. While in Missouri, a bonfire consists of any wood not fit to be logs for a fireplace. In Florida, it is the opposite. Jose thought he had to cut logs-and he thankfully did. So we dragged up some straw and ate hotdogs and smores. It was fun. Three of the other interns from the main clinic showed up. We plan to have another one as there is no shortage of wood. I gave Ann the finger for mocking Ludo and she was really offended by it. What can I say....
That's pretty much been my week-minus the boring vet stuff.
[EDIT-2/6/11]
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