Xanga-November 14, 2006

I'm not a veterinarian...but I might as well be...

Okay, so yesterday's histo test. Devistating. I say that not having looked at any of my grades.
Yesterday, I wore khakis, brown mules, a navy polo and a burgany sweater. Today, I wore jeans, my Smoker t-shirt and tennis shoes. And a hoodie. I intended to honestly wear something else-khakis-but a lack of time caused jeans to be the way to go...and me to miss my first class. (There's a difference between skipping and missing!)
So why did I miss my first class? Well, let me tell you why. Last night, I was very tired. I went to bed at ten (after eating way too much pizza and doing some studying) and tried to go to bed with Riley. She wasn't bad but she wasn't good. Anyway, before I went to sleep (and then was woken up by Joe), Adam who is a second year and working on the study called and said that there wasn't anything going on at the farm but still someone should check. I called the next person and told her that I would happily go out to the farm to check. So 2am rolls around and I roll out of bed and into action. I hiked it down the pasture and checked the cows. #805 was off by herself and as I got closer, I noticed why. She had a hoof sticking out of her vuvla. She was having a baby. After a very, very long half an hour or more, I got her up the hill and into the barn. I laid down in my car for twenty minutes assured that everything was there for there to be a calf alive and already born when I got up. No such luck. So I got the chains and hooked them up and pulled. And pulled. And pulled some more. Then finally, in all of its warm, gooeyness the calf came tumbling out. Only to be followed by another set of hoolves! TWINS! So I repeated the process and was rewarded with a second live baby girl! Aww...However, mama cow wasn't so hot. She went into something called milk fever, which as my third year friends may recall (and correct me on) is caused when a cow puts so much of her bodily calcuim into milk that she doesn't have anything left for such actions as muscle contractions or nerve impulses. Anyway, eventually, I got it sorted out as to what I was supposed to do and when to go check on the cows one more time. The first time #898 looked a little off. This time she was licking a calf. Great. So rounding up some help (Julie Sampson from animal science was there to work on 805 because she's running a study too) we throw the calf into the truck and drove up the hill. Julie returned to fetch the very slow and annoyed cow. I processed that bunch and then it was like 7:30 and I was covered in straw, manure, blood and everything that comes out of a uterus with a calf. I need a bath and thus was late for school. And had a perfectly good night of sleep ruined.
Sunday night around 5pm, I drove out to the dairy farm to check my cows one last time (at this time it was thought that 805 might be thinking about having a baby). Anyway, there near the office was a beat up white car. I thought that maybe they had an accident and were calling for help. As I passed it, it didn't look right. I talked briefly to Julie and looked back towards the car only to see a head pop up! And then in the time it took me to walk through the barn and into the pasture. The car was gone. However, they had merely pulled onto the outer/farm road. At that time, Julie and this kid left and saw the car. The kid drove up past it to see what was going on. And something was going on...if you know what I mean. (Cue porno music) Why would you have sex in a car at 5 in the afternoon when its still roughly light? Why would you pull into the dairy farm? There were cars in the parking lot! Ugh. Kids these days...

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 11/14/11]