This blog is a long time coming. I have a third that is a long time coming and that is only a partial part of my list of craziness. I am glad however that my laptop is being agreeable and letting me blog away. Then I'm going to bed for a very long time with the cat.
Okay, let me find my list...
Cranberry Sierra Mist is out in the stores. This makes me happy as it can only mean that eggnog is just around the corner. However, eggnog does not fit into our diet...neither does Cranberry Sierra Mist but whatever. In this case, longing makes the heart grow fonder...I learned my lesson several years ago by stockpiling this seasonal soda. Somewhere into April, I was very, very tired of it!
Prior to fall really settling in, Joe and I were attending the drive in quite a bit. Two weeks in a row I think. We went to the one near Dillsburg and saw Cars 2 and Super 8 both of which were really good. The next week we went down to the drive in in Newville and saw Contagion and Cowboys and Aliens...both of which were really bad. Contagion did give me a cool quote though-'Blogging is not writing. It's graffiti with punctuation.'
One Wednesday, I was sitting around work when MB came back with a box. She was freaking out and so we all wanted to know what was in the box. Inside was a poor little poodly dog thing. This poor dog had been caught and brought in by a well meaning citizen after seeing him running around the neighborhood for a couple of weeks. The dog was surrendered over to the clinic and we prepared to sedate the dog so we could get a good evaluation of him. The dog was covered in mats from head to toe. His eyes were matted open. His feet were matted into slippers of mud and fecal material. His toenails were corkscrewed around because they were so long. He was skin and bones with very thin fragile skin and covered in fleas. As we started to clip, I warned the techs that it was possible for his limbs or tail to fall off from dry gangrene as the mats could have blocked circulation to them. I looked in his mouth at this point and we realized that this poor dog (briefly referred to as Stinky) had hardly any jaw bone left-his teeth were falling out of his mouth they were so rotten. The decision was made to euthanize the dog. It was one of the saddest things I have ever seen. How could a dog have suffered so much at the hands of a human?
Mary has been quite busy with her social calendar lately. Of course, she was at Woofstock and took part in the costume contest. (See an earlier post for pictures!). But she also visited the community pool prior to them closing it for the winter.
While fall has come very quickly, I don't think I can remember many days with sun since the hurricane came through...was that in September or August? Its been constantly gray and rainy with only peeks of sunshine. Its quite cold now but I enjoy being in my jeans and hoodie again.
Speaking of the rain, on one Tuesday, I talked about scrubbing the mold off of the walls in the dog room. The room has leaked since we moved in. For a while, there was a system of dirty pots and bowls collecting rain water under the worst drips. This was rapidly abandoned for often, the leak would start overnight OR the dogs would move the dishes in an effort to lick off the old food. Because of the constant source of dampness, mold was not an uncommon occurance. We had some really humid weather too and thus the walls really started to take on a fuzzy appearence. As the hurricaine came through, one day (a Tuesday, I think), I heard a pop. I didn't think much of it. The dogs are into things all the time. I heard the pop again when I went to bed and at that time, wondered if it could be related to the electric outlet which is right under the major leak. It must not have bothered me too bad because I fell right to sleep. The next morning HOWEVER, I was in the kitchen making my lunch for work when I happened to be looking in the dog room when there was another pop. It was the electric outlet! Water was getting into it and causing sparks to fly out across the room! Luckily, across the room meant onto wet carpet. I frantically woke up Joe who threw some breakers and went back to bed. I moved the dogs into the dining room and called the landlord. He put a tarp on the roof but hasn't done anything else since. AND the roof still leaks! Later in the day, Joe and I both realized independently that we probably didn't actually have the right breaker thrown. So Joe messed around with it some after I went in hid after a breif breakdown because I didn't want to see hime get electrocuted. (I'm sort of a weiny when it comes to fire and electricity.) Joe did get shocked and now we don't have any plug ins in that room or outside. It makes it difficult to plug the vet truck in...
Okay, let's talk about some of the other things that have been going on at work...
Thursday, I had a high school student watch me do surgery. I wasn't as nervous as you might expect. Of course, it was for a dog spay which was nerve racking already. That night I had an emergency right at 7pm. It was a pony that was choking. These are trottingbred racing ponies owned by this sweet little old man. However, the pony that was choking in particular was not sweet. She tried to kick me several times before I could get a good examination on her. She was coughing very violently with her head all turned sideways. I wasn't sure what was going on but with a lot of consultations from Martha, it was decided that I should tube her anyway. A twitch helped me sedate her. After sedation, I tried to pass a tube but she wouldn't swallow. I tried probably a dozen times. So I gave her some banamine and left them with some antibiotics. I think based on what the little old man's wife said that she was choked but had managed to resolve it on her own.
Friday, I was called out for a calving at our biggest dairy. I was panicked from the get go BUT as I drove down to get the truck, relaxed some as I realized several things-it was a heifer, most of the work was done and that I was taller than the farmer. While I did struggle to make the correction, I eventually did get the last front leg up and we pulled the calf out! Yea!
I guess the weekend before last I was on call. I didn't have any emergencies that weekend but boy was I busy Saturday morning with large animal calls. I have found that if I am busy on Saturday, I often don't have emergencies. Anyway, I left straight from my house to my first call at the big dairy again-one off cow and two to clean, then to another dairy for one off cow and one to clean, then to a sick goat, then to a horse with a cut on its leg who was a real jerk and then finally after a quick pee break at the clinic at noon to a sick cow that either has rabies or listeria. Its hard to tell. I called last week some time and there was no change.
And finally, Joe and I started a diet yesterday. Its a slow carb diet. It has five rules which I may or may not remember-1) nothing that can be white-grains, potatoes, 2) don't drink your calories, 3) no fruit, 4) no dairy and 5) I don't remember. Essentially you're eating a lot of protein (I was supposed to eat 30 grams of it for breakfast. I had like 15 with my bacon and spinach.) and beans. I'm not a fan so far and find myself to be very hungry already. I haven't told Joe but I ate a huge piece of apple cake today. Maybe I'm just not eating enough. We're trying it for a month. You get one cheat day a week where you can eat as much of whatever you want. I'm already making a list.
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