'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.]
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