Monday, December 31, 2007
I recently discovered KellyJean, a funny lady in Colorado (one of my favorite places in the world) and her blog is very appropriately named laughingalwayshelps.blogspot.com
She is having a contest of funny stories and hers are the best. She invites visitors, go and laugh.
It is good to be home!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
I decided to share my last appointment of the day.
Remember these puppies from my post on November 1st? They were the cute results of an emergency C-section. Delivered eight pups and eight pups survived.
This lovely family came in tonight with the puppies for their exams and first vaccinations. What a room full of fun and energy.
These two little guys were just adorable! And more than willing to pose for pictures. A very good way to end my work day.....
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Last week I dropped Jerry off with friends daily while I worked. Kind of was like taking a kid to day care; leaving the house a half hour early, making sure he had all his meds, phone, warm clothes, trying to remember to pick him up after work, getting home late. It was good; he got to visit, I had the piece of mind knowing he was being watched over. He's doing well. So this week he is here, home on the ranch, on his own. He is not supposed to drive for another 3 weeks (at least), I have to drive him anywhere he needs or wants to go. This has turned out to be a very good thing... I am getting the driving instruction and critique that I must have somehow missed all these years of pretending to drive. It must just be my wonderful luck that kept me from tickets and accidents all of these unenlightened years! He is not to lift over 8 pounds. He is feeling feisty..... I have to be very clever about getting information. He bragged a bit about exercising with my 8# hand weights, I'll have to hide those now. I need a 'nanny cam'.
The news is on TV, bummer, they are showing the local ski resorts and snow and skiers. Dang. Snow skiing is such a passion of mine and I am most disappointed to be missing opening weeks. I am working at getting my injured leg in shape! We go to Idaho for Christmas week. The original plan was to go skiing with Jerry's son and grand kids. Now the plan is to sit in the lodge and drink alcohol while we watch the healthy folks ski. Yea
Three weeks later than originally planned... yesterday Jerry made an offer on the log house mentioned in a previous post. Another offer had just been made and now a counter-offer considered. We didn't hear back today so I am guessing that house has been sold. Our search will continue....
I just spellchecked (is that a verb?) I mistyped alcohol as alchol and one of the suggested corrections was 'asshole', how strange.... go ahead, try it yourself.
On that note....good night.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Remington leisurely lopes in to get his grain.
Friday, December 7, 2007
This blog started out as a way to share the trips and pictures we take. Odd how it has become a journal of maladies.
It will be a winter of healing. I tossed my crutches away into the bed of my pick up truck about 3 days ago. Now I will concentrate on getting my squished leg back to normal. I doubt I will be able to ski this season.
Jerry has 6-8 weeks of no driving and then an additonal month of no physical labor. This will be tough on him. But he has such a positive outlook on life, he'll do fine.
We've talked some tonight on how very much we have to be thankful for.
And now I am going to drink a cup of tea and get ready to sleep in my very own bed.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Jerry has had the urinary catheter removed and the chest drainage tubes were removed yesterday. The tube removal was planned for noon yesterday, and the plan was to give him pain meds about an hour before. At 10 am, one of the doctors came in, announced she had time to remove it, had a nurse help and yanked the thing out. It caused him MUCH pain for about 2 hours. I was furious! The nurse warned us that he would need pain meds for the procedure and warned us about some doctors that didn't seem to care. We thought we were a step ahead. I lose all respect for a doctor who doesn't care about patients any further than the procedure at hand. That actually was the first negative experience we've had here.
Jerry is doing well. Good appetite. Blood work coming back in acceptable ranges. Doing plenty of walking. Bored and wanting to go home. We are hoping he will be discharged tomorrow.
I spend most of the day in the room with him. Neither of us are TV watchers, there's not much else to do here, so we flick through the channels making negative comments and wondering how TV programming got so bad. Discovery channel has some good stuff. Animal planet is sometimes OK, the rest... 'thumbs down'.
Remember as kids in 4-H or scouts, we went to 'old folks' homes for Christmas programs? Well let me tell you those programs are valued! Last night I was on the receiving end. The hospital had its' annual Christmas Craft Fair for the veterans and dependents here. WOW. Jerry is a prisoner of the ICU but encouraged me to get out. They had very nice box dinners to hand out, I ate. The large hospital auditorium was filled with tables for various groups and their craft projects. There were lots of patients in wheel chairs having a great time and a few of us wives too. What an appreciated break and it was most fun being entertained by the enthusiastic kids helping. There were scouts, Church groups, civic groups, ladies clubs, etc. I made a small Christmas tree, an ornament, leather worked a key ring, wood burned a picture frame, and decorated a Christmas stocking. Tooked them all up to the room and gave Jerry an early Christmas. He almost cried, I just love that man, he didn't even make fun of the elementary-age-art appearance of the stocking, just insisted I hang it on his wall. We have not been together long enough for him to know that I lack artistic abilities, but I don't think he cares....
Time now for me to get a cup of coffee and go up to ICU and ask Jerry what he has planned for the day....
My love to you all.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
We found this cute place today. Months of looking at places and this is the second place we have seen that we liked at all. (The first place we loved, had an offer accepted the day we looked at it.) This is the front of the log home on 7 acres. The cowboy and I both really like log houses.
7 acres. Large pole barn. 4 car garage. An odd shed. Another barn/garage building that Jerry says he could fix up as a bunk house for guests? (hhmmm overnight guests have to 'bunk out' ???) Lots of trees and pasture areas.
After looking at another totally unacceptable place, we said good bye to the realtor and headed back to the log house. I sat in the truck while Jerry went exploring around the property. (I am not up to any cross country hikes just yet) He came back full of enthusiasm, plans and ideas. I don't think 7 acres will be enough for that man's plans.
When he started talking about where to build the roping arena and chutes, I had to put on the emergency brakes. 'Um, what would the chutes be for?' "Our roping steers." 'um, I don't think 7 acres is enough for me and a herd of steers.' ...Just a minute ago he handed me his laptop and asked," well, how 'bout this?" What a good man! He found a very cool mechanical steer for roping. 'Perfect!'
Now we have to decide how much we like this place and how much to offer. Property is so grossly overpriced here, as is reflected in the market right now. But so rarely do you find a good fit. We'll sleep on it.
I am also most thankful to be blessed with great friends, family and loved ones!
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
The fog cleared and I went out to enjoy the weather with a ride on my mare 'Rock'. This is the lovely eye that greeted me. I thought, "cool, a new blog subject, more interesting than the fog!" I created a lovely and colorful pictorial on treating an infected horse eye.
The weather was perfect for a ride, and since my horse wasn't up for riding, I saddled up The Cowboy's steed 'Cheyenne'. Which led to today's blog subject.
Please note: all family members who tend to worry about me, since I am blogging this, it stands to reason, I am fine.
I feel like a horse fell on me but other than that I'm not doing too bad. The horse is fine too. I ended up spending the entire day in the Emergency Room yesterday because Cheyenne DID fall on me. I came home with some pain meds, some anti-nausea drugs, crutches and bruises. I finally remembered what happened, I was riding in the round pen, just at a trot, when Cheyenne stumbled and fell over on his left side, squashing me underneath. I remember crawling away from him and calling for help because I couldn't stand up. Thankfully there were a few guys here putting up a building. The horse just laid there not moving. I thought he was dead. Scarier than my body hurting was my loss of memory. Once it was determined I wasn't dying, they took off his saddle, Cheyenne stood up and seemed OK.
I whacked my head a good one. Strange to not remember things. I knew my name and the name of the friend who was there. I knew the horse was not mine and that he belonged to 'Jerry' but I was not quite sure who Jerry actually was. And I wanted to know why I wasn't riding my own horse. I kept talking nonstop to friend, trying to recall things. It was very frustrating, not remembering. He drove me to the hospital and called Jerry (who apparently I am married to) who was about an hour away or so. As soon as I saw him in the hospital, I recognised him and said, 'I know you, you're my husband!"
My chest was radiographed, all OK. I was given a contrast media I.V. and CT scan, no bleeding, no skull abnormalities. A very nervous EMT intern put in my IV cath and did a very good job. His hand shook and he was very worried he was hurting me, but I was a very encouraging patient. His name was Dusty.
When my pain meds wear off I have a headache,neck pain, my ribs hurt, my left leg feels smashed and my left ankle is quite swollen and painful. While the drugs are working, the soreness is minimal and I am very sleepy. I am taking today easy. We did hobble out to the pasture so I could direct the Cowboy in medicating my mare's eye. Which is looking better.
We looked at the round pen and found a deep soft spot in the sand which most likely caused the fall, I am not sure why the horse just laid there for so long. Probably he was just too stunned, I am choosing to think that he stayed real still so he didn't hurt me more.
Anyways, that was my excitement for the day.
My memory has completely returned.
I hope my ankle is healed in time for snow skiing.
So tomorrow, shall I post about the fog or about infected eyes?
Saturday, November 3, 2007
I missed a picture of Jerry connecting the tree to the helicopter. The pilot manuvered the cable line right into his hands. I was running for refuge behind a fire engine as unsecured trash barrels came barreling in my direction.
Jerry chatting with the helicopter pilot.
Yep that is me. I got a tour of the helicopter and got to sit in the pilot's seat. It was a very fun- filled morning. We plan to go back and take a look at the fully decorated tree when they open for the holidays.
This was recorded and on the local news, you couldn't see us, but we were there.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
On my way to the clinic, the receptionist called, alerting me to the first patient of the day. Female black Lab, 7 yrs old, in labor; a still-born pup at 3 a.m., no pups born since then.
Radiographs (Xrays) confirm more pups (lots of 'em!) and one 'stuck' in the birth canal.
'Stuck pup' refused to be 'unstuck' with fingers or forceps.
dystocia=failure to whelp
Next course of action; Canine C-section. One of my favorite surgeries.
I.V. catheter and fluids, gas anesthesia, surgical prep, ready to drape surgical site.
My tech, the kennel worker, dog owner and her friend stand by to receive the pups.
In the mad rush to attend to and do everything for the neonates (newborns) , intra-op pictures were neglected! So you get to miss seeing the huge, distended, pup filled uterus and all of the associated fluids. So Sorry ;-) Here I am closing up her abdomen, much less distended!
Puppy's human momma, placing a squealing, squirming newborn in a warm box of sisters and brothers. Such a sweet sound to my ears, hearing all of the puppy cries in the treatment area while I was working on mom.
I removed eight (yes 8!) large puppies from the uterus. The crew did an awesome job of stimulating, cleaning and caring for all of them. Three were tough going, the tech did an outstanding job and even got the 'stuck' pup breathing. Eight out of eight ... not bad!
Now the poor old gal has 8 weeks of motherhood ahead of her. She looks just thrilled about the whole deal.
It was a great way to start a very busy day at the office.