Well, let's see. Its just after 1am and I'm working an ICU shift at school which basically means that I get up on the hour make sure the horses aren't colicking and are still alive. There are eight patients. I think I'll manage to get alot of work done which is nice. How important this work is is a different story.
So obviously I started my new block-equine. At first, I was really scared. Then I was okay. Then I was really scared again. This alternates on a daily basis too but its getting better. I have two horses-Lucy and Talk About That-that are research horses. I pet them and brush them and make sure they are alive on an hourly basis. Wednesday, our first day, I was oncall and got another patient. He was pretty cool. Martha was the doc on call that night and she's a really good vet. She may get mad about me saying it but its true. She needs to be more confident in her ablities because she knows what's going on. Anyway, all my Peterson and Smith training came back as I held the plate for radiographs of the hock. It was like I'd done it before! And I wrapped the hock which I had practiced before on some dairy cows. Now, as I said, I'm in the ICU.
I managed to get a B in small animal medicine. At least on the internal medicine part. And if I got that grade in the part I was struggling to perform in, then I probably got it in the other too. But I did do worse on that test...
Anyway, Christmas is around the corner and things were looking bleak esp. since Joe has to buy a new car but now I got a student loan check so everyone can rest assured that they will most likely get a present from me. Or at least a pie.
So Wednesday, Laura Goldman called me. I was busy with my emergency but when I returned the call she told me that when she came home from school, the flowers in her windowsill were knocked down. She said she thought it was odd since the cat, Marley wasn't there since she belongs to Rachel Ray. She went to put them back and found a dead bird in her sink! She figured it broke its neck trying to get out. It begs the question-how did that bird get into the apartment in the first place? Laura was calling me to ask me to come over so we could share this moment of being complete girls. I envision us standing at the sink pointing at the bird and screaming little girl screams. Then the next day, Laura calls at just before 7. She said she had gone back upstairs to shut up Lilly, the dog, in her room but heard a rustling in her closet. When she opened it and looked, there was a bird in it! She called the apartment complex and eventually they came over and caught it. Or did something with it. We don't know, but do know that it was gone when she got home. The therory of how the birds got in was through the dryer vent. I pose the question-'If a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, how many is two birds in an apartment worth?'
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 12/7/11]
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