My neighbors are having a really loud party. I'm not going to complain because next weekend I'd like to have one of the same. I did consider breaking out the bullhorn that I got for Dog Jog and yelling at them. So I'm up. Mostly also because I fell asleep on the couch and started doing other things-i.e. playing games on Yahoo!. Damn this computer and its internet.
The rat found a good home. Wednesday morning I sent out an email looking for him one and essentially immediatly had about five replies. One of the pathologists took him for her mom. She thought he was cute. Of course now, both Joe and I had second thoughts about giving him away. He was cute. And there were two emails from people wondering how I knew he was a pet rat. Well, typically wild ones don't let you catch them or run up to dogs.
Joe broke his month of sobrity, He told me when he woke up even though I already knew-I found that typical half empty forty next to the bed. I asked what he planned to do about it. In my mind his options were another 30 days of sobrity or AA. He said he was not going to drink again but I'm sure he will this weekend while he's in St.Joe. I just want him to prove to me that he's not an addict. I don't deal with addictive personalities well. He's not doing a very good job right now.
Its a football game weekend which means I'm going to hate the world for most of tomorrow. Since Joe is out of town, I decided I'd park in his covered spot but block off my spot in front of the apartment. It worked tonight for the neighbors' party so I would assume it will work tomorrow or people will be towed. However, the downside of someone not parking in that spot is that it serves as an additional patio for party overflow. And its right beneath my bedroom window.
Only five more days of classroom work before I start clincs. Of course, they are five days of finals which I am horribly unprepared for but nevertheless five days. I would of thought that I would of never made it this far. And without a single D.
I finished my antibiotics for the UTI today. I feel better I guess. I still feel as if there is a dull ache in my kidneys. Like an aura of pain. Like when someone is too close to you without touching you. You just know they are there because you somehow feel them as if they are touching you. That's kind of what its like. Also, my cold is almost gone. I caught a virus about three days into the antibiotics and felt like shit some of the time esp. on Thursday when I had surgery. And now its been concluded by me and about four friends that looked at the spot that I have ringworm on my waist. Probably from the cat. At least it doesn't itch though they told me it wasn't supposed to. But when I had it before in high school it did teribly. What's the big deal about having it then if it doesn't itch?
Thursday was our C-section surgery. Dr.Volkman scared us all on Tuesday with the continued unorganization of the class and battery of unanswerable questions. Thursday, when a rough physical exam was done I rectally palpated the cow and determined that I didn't feel anything but if I had to guess the calf was laying head out. He didn't like that I didn't feel anything and had a guy do it but he felt essentially the same and I was justified as not just being a dumb girl. I then volunteered to do the surgery because I feel that as a dairy practicinor that I am more likely to do C-sections than the average food animal or mixed practice vet in Missouri. The two guys that also did the surgery did the bulk of it. I got too intimidated. But I did incise through the uterus and then sutured it back up. I did an adequate job. All that sewing of dog costumes comes in handy. The calf was delivered. A good sized bull calf that was confused as to why he was dragged from his comfy home onto the concrete floor.
The dog costume is coming along nicely though I have a lot left to do on it.
So Dog Jog is Sunday. My friends came over tonight and organized t-shirts for me. I think I have most everything at some level of organization and its just a matter of getting it actually together. Unfortunatly, I don't have the items for the goodie bags from Purina. I assumed that they were coming in today when I talked to Mike Factor a week ago. But they weren't in nor was Mike in class. After an email from me and several phone calls from him, the packages were shipped overnight. Currently, they have shipped from St.Louis to Louisville, KY. Because obviously that's on the way to Columbia. I tracked them online about half an hour ago and the one number I had was ontime for delivery tomorrow. But it seemed while the rest were on the same schedule, they had delayed delivery for Monday. That won't help at all! AHHH! Also, I forgot that I have to go pick up water and water coolers from culligan tomorrow morning. So I have to recruit someone to sit here and wait for UPS and sign for the package. All else seems to be going along well. Hopefully, I get that package.
Well, Whitecoatapalooza is happening much to my dismay. AND they are using class funds. I believe the amount that is being used is $200. The same $200 that was cut from the Dog Jog proposed budget. Of course, no one knows that part. After I got the huge lecture about keeping my spending minimal, ordering a tight number of t-shirts (which I might run out of and might have to do a reorder and might have to mail them out), and not being allowed to buy granola bars for people because we needed the money for JR SR banquet, that same amount of money went so the cool kids could organize another session of binge drinking. Because of my fantastic donation seeking skills, I think that we might actually make a profit off of the corporate donations. I'm going to get the bagel status and then carefully do the math, if there is what I deem an appropriate amount being donated to both parties, I'm going to purchase granola bars anyway and expect reimbersment. Stupid classmates...
[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 10/16/11.]
The rat found a good home. Wednesday morning I sent out an email looking for him one and essentially immediatly had about five replies. One of the pathologists took him for her mom. She thought he was cute. Of course now, both Joe and I had second thoughts about giving him away. He was cute. And there were two emails from people wondering how I knew he was a pet rat. Well, typically wild ones don't let you catch them or run up to dogs.
Joe broke his month of sobrity, He told me when he woke up even though I already knew-I found that typical half empty forty next to the bed. I asked what he planned to do about it. In my mind his options were another 30 days of sobrity or AA. He said he was not going to drink again but I'm sure he will this weekend while he's in St.Joe. I just want him to prove to me that he's not an addict. I don't deal with addictive personalities well. He's not doing a very good job right now.
Its a football game weekend which means I'm going to hate the world for most of tomorrow. Since Joe is out of town, I decided I'd park in his covered spot but block off my spot in front of the apartment. It worked tonight for the neighbors' party so I would assume it will work tomorrow or people will be towed. However, the downside of someone not parking in that spot is that it serves as an additional patio for party overflow. And its right beneath my bedroom window.
Only five more days of classroom work before I start clincs. Of course, they are five days of finals which I am horribly unprepared for but nevertheless five days. I would of thought that I would of never made it this far. And without a single D.
I finished my antibiotics for the UTI today. I feel better I guess. I still feel as if there is a dull ache in my kidneys. Like an aura of pain. Like when someone is too close to you without touching you. You just know they are there because you somehow feel them as if they are touching you. That's kind of what its like. Also, my cold is almost gone. I caught a virus about three days into the antibiotics and felt like shit some of the time esp. on Thursday when I had surgery. And now its been concluded by me and about four friends that looked at the spot that I have ringworm on my waist. Probably from the cat. At least it doesn't itch though they told me it wasn't supposed to. But when I had it before in high school it did teribly. What's the big deal about having it then if it doesn't itch?
Thursday was our C-section surgery. Dr.Volkman scared us all on Tuesday with the continued unorganization of the class and battery of unanswerable questions. Thursday, when a rough physical exam was done I rectally palpated the cow and determined that I didn't feel anything but if I had to guess the calf was laying head out. He didn't like that I didn't feel anything and had a guy do it but he felt essentially the same and I was justified as not just being a dumb girl. I then volunteered to do the surgery because I feel that as a dairy practicinor that I am more likely to do C-sections than the average food animal or mixed practice vet in Missouri. The two guys that also did the surgery did the bulk of it. I got too intimidated. But I did incise through the uterus and then sutured it back up. I did an adequate job. All that sewing of dog costumes comes in handy. The calf was delivered. A good sized bull calf that was confused as to why he was dragged from his comfy home onto the concrete floor.
The dog costume is coming along nicely though I have a lot left to do on it.
So Dog Jog is Sunday. My friends came over tonight and organized t-shirts for me. I think I have most everything at some level of organization and its just a matter of getting it actually together. Unfortunatly, I don't have the items for the goodie bags from Purina. I assumed that they were coming in today when I talked to Mike Factor a week ago. But they weren't in nor was Mike in class. After an email from me and several phone calls from him, the packages were shipped overnight. Currently, they have shipped from St.Louis to Louisville, KY. Because obviously that's on the way to Columbia. I tracked them online about half an hour ago and the one number I had was ontime for delivery tomorrow. But it seemed while the rest were on the same schedule, they had delayed delivery for Monday. That won't help at all! AHHH! Also, I forgot that I have to go pick up water and water coolers from culligan tomorrow morning. So I have to recruit someone to sit here and wait for UPS and sign for the package. All else seems to be going along well. Hopefully, I get that package.
Well, Whitecoatapalooza is happening much to my dismay. AND they are using class funds. I believe the amount that is being used is $200. The same $200 that was cut from the Dog Jog proposed budget. Of course, no one knows that part. After I got the huge lecture about keeping my spending minimal, ordering a tight number of t-shirts (which I might run out of and might have to do a reorder and might have to mail them out), and not being allowed to buy granola bars for people because we needed the money for JR SR banquet, that same amount of money went so the cool kids could organize another session of binge drinking. Because of my fantastic donation seeking skills, I think that we might actually make a profit off of the corporate donations. I'm going to get the bagel status and then carefully do the math, if there is what I deem an appropriate amount being donated to both parties, I'm going to purchase granola bars anyway and expect reimbersment. Stupid classmates...
[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 10/16/11.]
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