Not How I Had It Planned

Well, I was in call this weekend. It had been an unusually quiet week which while good for my psyche it was not for my pocketbook.
This weekend was no different.
Saturday was a busy as it normally runs. One emergency falling into another with nothing too bad. Except maybe the cat dying in the exam room before I got to them. And killing two cats and a dog at the end of the morning. I ended up hospitalizing a cat for a fever (which I hope goes away and is of unknown origin versus the alternative-cancer). But after that, it sort of got suspiciously quiet. I answered a call about a vomiting cat and didn't get another call all night.
Sunday was looking suspiciously quiet as well. I settled in at 9pm for three hours of my favorite shows-Downton Abbey's season finale and The Walking Dead. I was pumped. And then the phone rang. I had a dog to go see.
Begrudgingly, I went to see the dog and in a matter of minutes, was glad I did. The poor dog was ataxic, tremoring and either had a seizure or was photophobic because when I shined the light into its eyes, he flipped out. He bit and snapped at us. So I pulled blood and gave some Valium. It calmed him down a little bit which was good. Bloodwork was normal and ultimately decided to hospitalize the dog on fluids, steroids, antibiotics and a stomach protectants. The dog actually looked pretty good after all this. I crossed my fingers and went to my next call
My next call was a calving that had come in while dealing with the dog. It was a head back which is one of my most hated problem. Luckily, or not, the cow had chose to lay down which pushes everything up and it's then easier to reach. Unfortunately, it means I have to lay in the gutter. I was in the shit. But I did get the head caught and pulled around. Then we made the cow stand, got a live huge heifer calf out and I went home via the clinic.
Did I mention it was 9 degrees outside? Luckily, it was warm in the barn.
I got to bed about 1:30am and ruined the ending to Downton Abbey for myself.
Today, I got pulled out of appointments to pull a calf in a down cow. It came easily but my cow pulled herself outside in the cold. I checked her again this afternoon. They then tell me that she was a down cow that I dealt with this summer. Ack! I wish I knew that not that it would have changed much. Then I saw a sick cow, did some day patients and then ran to the far reach of the practice to check on a few horses. (Then I saw my calving again. )
This was not my plan. My Sunday was supposed to close with TV, not a calving and sick dog. Today, it was supposed to be warm indoor small animal appointments. Plans change and that's the beauty of my job!