Good news! I got an e-mail Tuesday night that said my laptop had been shipped and that it would be here in two business days. It should be here sometime today. I'm so excited about it coming!
I'm thinking of taking another job. I'm going in for an interview today, although I don't think I'll take the job. It's weird. Whenever I'm at work (specifically kennels) I want to quit. Whenever I'm not at work, I want to stay. I don't know which side of me to believe. When I'm VAing, I'm fine. It's the kennels that get me. There's a whole long list of things that I'm not happy with. I actually made a pros and cons list and there are more cons than pros. I'm not sure what to do. I've prayed about it a little bit (I need to pray more) and I would appreciate it if you could send up a prayer if you think of me this week. I won't go into detail now, but if you think of me, it'd be nice.
A plus though, yesterday I got my scrub allowance (money my boss gives me in the form of a gift certificate so I can buy new scrubs at a particular store) and got new scrubs on my lunch break and I had lunch with my co-worker, Esther, who is in limbo, as I am, on staying or leaving the practice. I haven't had lunch with a co-worker since I started. It was nice. She brought something up over lunch...if we both left, there wouldn't be anyone experienced in kennels anymore. It's the two of us and two newbies. If we left, it would leave the enexperienced to do it and that would not be good. I need a break from all this. Maybe it'll calm down when I start school.
I'm so excited about next weekend. Josh is coming up here and him, Lara, John, and I are going to Hawaiian Falls and to go see Madagascar for a double-date. Lara's all squealy-excited about it and the rest of us are unbelievably excited. I can't wait...it's going to be so much fun!
Sarah's gotten into this kick where if he's out of his cage, he has to be in the same room with me. He'll scream until I'm in the room and if I don't come, he'll fly to where I am and sit there and be quiet. I don't have to interact with him, he just has to be with me. Sometimes I'll be in the same room and my Dad will have him or something and he'll do nothing but look like he's going to fly to me. Sometimes he'll call for me, but most of the time he just flies off of Dad's shoulder and comes to me. *shakes head* He's a weird bird.
I'm going to go clean my room a little before my interview. I'll let you know what I decide about the job later. Have a great day. Tschüss!
Donnerstag, Juli 28, 2005
Dienstag, Juli 26, 2005
My Own Creation
Something I created when I had two hours to kill at work (we got done early):
YOU MIGHT BE A VET TECH
...if you start cleaning your own house with KennelSol.
...if you start taking Glycoflex (an arthritis medicine) because it really helped your old dog.
...if you can know how much and when to feed your animal to get it to lose weight but can't seem to stick to your own diet.
...if you can go to a dog park and name every breed, including the mixes.
And, you might be a vet tech if "hushpuppies" is no longer a fried food but an everday saying.
Hope this made you laugh! Tschüss!
YOU MIGHT BE A VET TECH
...if you start cleaning your own house with KennelSol.
...if you start taking Glycoflex (an arthritis medicine) because it really helped your old dog.
...if you can know how much and when to feed your animal to get it to lose weight but can't seem to stick to your own diet.
...if you can go to a dog park and name every breed, including the mixes.
And, you might be a vet tech if "hushpuppies" is no longer a fried food but an everday saying.
Hope this made you laugh! Tschüss!
Montag, Juli 25, 2005
Why???
Wanna know something stupid? Susan, my boss, had a new kennel person, on his very first day, cover for someone else for their shift. *shakes head* That's unheard of. I guess there's a first time for everything.
It was cool though. I walked into work this morning, not especially happy to be there, and as I'm walking past Susan's office to go to the kennels, she stops me and says, "This is Steven. He's on a working interview. Show him around back there, show him what you do and stuff." So basically, I got to train the new guy! He's one of only four males in the practice and the only male working in kennels. I'm pretty pumped about it. It'll be good to have another person in kennels. We need them. If any of you need a job, come apply to work in kennels. It's really not as bad as they all make it out to be! *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*
Wow. I was hungry. I just ate an entire can of tuna and want more food.
I've worked up my schedule for school. That's kind of cool. Gives me something to look forward to. Work's going to suck once I start school, but you win some, you lose some, I suppose.
I take the Compass on Friday. Don't know what to study for, so no studying will be done.
Josh and I are doing surprisingly well. I didn't think we'd manage to get closer to each other without actually seeing each other. Phone calls do a lot more than I thought. Visits mean more too. By that I mean actually physically being right next to him, holding his hand or looking at him. It's almost weird in a way that I couldn't even begin to describe to you.
Well, I guess I'd better go. It was nice talking to you all again! Tschüss!
It was cool though. I walked into work this morning, not especially happy to be there, and as I'm walking past Susan's office to go to the kennels, she stops me and says, "This is Steven. He's on a working interview. Show him around back there, show him what you do and stuff." So basically, I got to train the new guy! He's one of only four males in the practice and the only male working in kennels. I'm pretty pumped about it. It'll be good to have another person in kennels. We need them. If any of you need a job, come apply to work in kennels. It's really not as bad as they all make it out to be! *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*
Wow. I was hungry. I just ate an entire can of tuna and want more food.
I've worked up my schedule for school. That's kind of cool. Gives me something to look forward to. Work's going to suck once I start school, but you win some, you lose some, I suppose.
I take the Compass on Friday. Don't know what to study for, so no studying will be done.
Josh and I are doing surprisingly well. I didn't think we'd manage to get closer to each other without actually seeing each other. Phone calls do a lot more than I thought. Visits mean more too. By that I mean actually physically being right next to him, holding his hand or looking at him. It's almost weird in a way that I couldn't even begin to describe to you.
Well, I guess I'd better go. It was nice talking to you all again! Tschüss!
Freitag, Juli 22, 2005
Ack!!!
Got home from the Music Camp performance at church and there was a message on the answering machine for me...the Animal Hospital on Teasley Lane called wanting me to come in for an interview. Unless they pay $9/hr, I'm not taking it. It would be a whole lot closer, but I'm getting into a groove with Debra now that lines of communication have been opened (funny how things run better when people speak to each other...). Basically, things are going well, I'm starting to be accepted by everyone, I'm no longer (completely) the "new girl." Actually, I don't think I'll take the job if I can't VA. I really want to keep VAing. I like that.
The MC performance was awesome. It was so cute. William had a whole five words to say and still ended up making every person in the auditorium pay attention to him. He had confetti in a bucket and was supposed to throw it out on the ground. He started on one side of the stage and walked to the other, throwing out his confetti. He got to where the kids were sitting and looked at the ground off of the stage, looked at the kids, looked at the massive handful of confetti he held, then threw the entire contents of his hand onto the kids. He took a while to empty his bucket (of course he had to get every speck of it out) and the kids who had speaking parts after his confetti thing were getting confused about whether to go on - he wasn't done yet! It was funny, cute and embarrassing all at the same time.
Well, I have work in the morning, so I'm going to run. I'll talk to you all later. Tschüss!
The MC performance was awesome. It was so cute. William had a whole five words to say and still ended up making every person in the auditorium pay attention to him. He had confetti in a bucket and was supposed to throw it out on the ground. He started on one side of the stage and walked to the other, throwing out his confetti. He got to where the kids were sitting and looked at the ground off of the stage, looked at the kids, looked at the massive handful of confetti he held, then threw the entire contents of his hand onto the kids. He took a while to empty his bucket (of course he had to get every speck of it out) and the kids who had speaking parts after his confetti thing were getting confused about whether to go on - he wasn't done yet! It was funny, cute and embarrassing all at the same time.
Well, I have work in the morning, so I'm going to run. I'll talk to you all later. Tschüss!
Donnerstag, Juli 21, 2005
Peace
Last night the extra stuff from my laptop order came (a laptop backpack, a travel mouse, and a security lock), so now I really can't wait to get my laptop!
I had the most awful day at work yesterday. If anything could have gone wrong, it did. We didn't have enough bowls for all the cats and dogs (well, we had enough, we just had to wash them before we gave them back to the animals), the ceiling was leaking from a/c condensation, we got locked out of the animal control part of the building, upon the starting of school we'll be shorthanded on kennel people which means more work when I'm supposed to do less on account of school, we just had one person quit and another is thinking of leaving, it's simple chaos. No one who works there thinks we get paid enough for what we do. Some of my co-workers are wondering that with the prices of our services so high, why is it that we don't get paid more or that the things we work with aren't the best quality? They say that the management is cheap but it doesn't come that way.
I agree to a certain extent. I don't know about all that stuff, so I can't really say one way or another, but it sure does feel like my co-workers are right. For instance, it wasn't explained to us that when we work holidays, on the paycheck stub the hours for that day are doubled - it doesn't appear as a standard price. Several of us thought that we didn't get paid correctly. I sat down this morning to try and figure it out. Luckily, I did. In that aspect, work is difficult. Otherwise, it's going as well as can be expected.
Last night at Bible study we talked about peace. We were in Galatians 5:22-25, Philippians 4 (I can't remember the verses) and Mark 4 (I think). The part in Mark we talked about was the event where Jesus and the disciples are going across the Sea of Galilee to the other side. All of a sudden a squall (a phenomenally torrential storm that usually did massive damage to the boat and people) came upon them. The disciples freaked out and went to Jesus, who was sleeping on a cushion the entire time, and said to His face, "Don't you care that we're going to drown?" He told them, "How little faith you have," (there had to be some dissappointment on Jesus' part) walked out onto deck and "rebuked the storm saying, 'Quiet down.'" Immediately this violent storm ceased. Even then the disciples asked who this man was.
The disciples (from their point of view) were staring death in the face while Jesus was sleeping. What was said was the disciples lacked faith that when Jesus said, "Let's go to the other side" that's what He meant. They truly didn't believe that they would make it through the storm to get to the other side. Granted, you tend to lose your mind when you're life is threatened, but if they truly believed Him, they could have had peace about the situation, they would have been able to not freak out.
What it ultimately boils down to is where your focus is. If your focus is on yourself, you'll start to worry about things more, you'll stress out about things that aren't necessarily worth stressing out over, your anxiety level goes up causing patience and love levels to decrease and your irritation levels to rise. But if your focus is on God and your trust is in Him, you'll start to see the fruit of the spirit in your life, love, joy, PEACE.
That's one thing I really need to work on, where my focus is. I've been noticing myself being that way, but I'm not really sure how to let go of it all. I'm a control freak by nature and fighting my instinct isn't easy. I guess giving Him the reigns, giving Him ultimate control, scares me. There are certain things that I want in my life and I want to do everything I can to make those things happen...but I can't. Not on my own. I don't know how to walk in stride with Him, not doing all the work walking in front of Him and not making Him do all the work walking behind Him. Sometimes the simplest things can be the most difficult.
Another thing we touched on was that fruit in Galatians 5 is not plural, it's singular. You cannot have only one fruit of the spirit and not have any others. They're a package deal. Look at them. It's impossible to have one without the other. Just something I learned. It's amazing what you hear when you're willing to listen. Something Meredith said, "God will always be faithful whenever we let Him be faithful." We have to let Him? How awful are we?
Well, house duties call. Laundry and bedroom and bathroom cleaning await me. I need to get them done, hopefully I can do most of it before I go to work this afternoon. I'll talk to you all later. Tschüss!
p.s.
i didn't know this until last night, but Chex cheers me up! (thanks, Jenny!)
I had the most awful day at work yesterday. If anything could have gone wrong, it did. We didn't have enough bowls for all the cats and dogs (well, we had enough, we just had to wash them before we gave them back to the animals), the ceiling was leaking from a/c condensation, we got locked out of the animal control part of the building, upon the starting of school we'll be shorthanded on kennel people which means more work when I'm supposed to do less on account of school, we just had one person quit and another is thinking of leaving, it's simple chaos. No one who works there thinks we get paid enough for what we do. Some of my co-workers are wondering that with the prices of our services so high, why is it that we don't get paid more or that the things we work with aren't the best quality? They say that the management is cheap but it doesn't come that way.
I agree to a certain extent. I don't know about all that stuff, so I can't really say one way or another, but it sure does feel like my co-workers are right. For instance, it wasn't explained to us that when we work holidays, on the paycheck stub the hours for that day are doubled - it doesn't appear as a standard price. Several of us thought that we didn't get paid correctly. I sat down this morning to try and figure it out. Luckily, I did. In that aspect, work is difficult. Otherwise, it's going as well as can be expected.
Last night at Bible study we talked about peace. We were in Galatians 5:22-25, Philippians 4 (I can't remember the verses) and Mark 4 (I think). The part in Mark we talked about was the event where Jesus and the disciples are going across the Sea of Galilee to the other side. All of a sudden a squall (a phenomenally torrential storm that usually did massive damage to the boat and people) came upon them. The disciples freaked out and went to Jesus, who was sleeping on a cushion the entire time, and said to His face, "Don't you care that we're going to drown?" He told them, "How little faith you have," (there had to be some dissappointment on Jesus' part) walked out onto deck and "rebuked the storm saying, 'Quiet down.'" Immediately this violent storm ceased. Even then the disciples asked who this man was.
The disciples (from their point of view) were staring death in the face while Jesus was sleeping. What was said was the disciples lacked faith that when Jesus said, "Let's go to the other side" that's what He meant. They truly didn't believe that they would make it through the storm to get to the other side. Granted, you tend to lose your mind when you're life is threatened, but if they truly believed Him, they could have had peace about the situation, they would have been able to not freak out.
What it ultimately boils down to is where your focus is. If your focus is on yourself, you'll start to worry about things more, you'll stress out about things that aren't necessarily worth stressing out over, your anxiety level goes up causing patience and love levels to decrease and your irritation levels to rise. But if your focus is on God and your trust is in Him, you'll start to see the fruit of the spirit in your life, love, joy, PEACE.
That's one thing I really need to work on, where my focus is. I've been noticing myself being that way, but I'm not really sure how to let go of it all. I'm a control freak by nature and fighting my instinct isn't easy. I guess giving Him the reigns, giving Him ultimate control, scares me. There are certain things that I want in my life and I want to do everything I can to make those things happen...but I can't. Not on my own. I don't know how to walk in stride with Him, not doing all the work walking in front of Him and not making Him do all the work walking behind Him. Sometimes the simplest things can be the most difficult.
Another thing we touched on was that fruit in Galatians 5 is not plural, it's singular. You cannot have only one fruit of the spirit and not have any others. They're a package deal. Look at them. It's impossible to have one without the other. Just something I learned. It's amazing what you hear when you're willing to listen. Something Meredith said, "God will always be faithful whenever we let Him be faithful." We have to let Him? How awful are we?
Well, house duties call. Laundry and bedroom and bathroom cleaning await me. I need to get them done, hopefully I can do most of it before I go to work this afternoon. I'll talk to you all later. Tschüss!
p.s.
i didn't know this until last night, but Chex cheers me up! (thanks, Jenny!)
Mittwoch, Juli 20, 2005
Laptop
After the long process of finding the right one, I finally ordered my laptop Monday. It should get here sometime late next week. It's a really great laptop - at least I think so - even the computer geeks that I'm in constant contact with (my Dad and Josh) say it's a great machine. Here are the specs if you want to know about it:
- HP Pavilion zd8000 Customizable NB
- Microsoft Windows XP Home Edition with SP2
- Intel Pentium 4 640 w/HT Technology, 3.2GHz
- 17.0" WXGA+ Wide Viewing (1440x900)
- 512MB DDR2 SDRAM, 400MHz (2x256MB)
- 80 GB 5400 RPM Hard Drive
- DVD/CD-RW Combo Drive
- 128MB ATI Mobility Radeon X600
- Integrated 56K Modem + 10/100 Ethernet LAN
- 12 Cell Lithium Ion Battery
- Microsoft Works/Money
I can't wait for it to get here. Can't wait to see it!
Friday, July 29 I'm scheduled to take the Compass test. It's the exact same test as the THEA (a college-level placement test) only it's on the computer, making it harder (no scratch paper built in). The results are instantaneous and will tell me what classes I'll be able to fit in with. We'll see what comes of it.
One more thing before I go, I thought it was funny how you guys commented on the puppy being sick and date movies and the correct lettering for computer graphics but when I get thrown into a wall and recieve the first concussion (although minor) in my entire life and you all say nothing. Lol. Just thought that was...odd.
Tschüss!
- HP Pavilion zd8000 Customizable NB
- Microsoft Windows XP Home Edition with SP2
- Intel Pentium 4 640 w/HT Technology, 3.2GHz
- 17.0" WXGA+ Wide Viewing (1440x900)
- 512MB DDR2 SDRAM, 400MHz (2x256MB)
- 80 GB 5400 RPM Hard Drive
- DVD/CD-RW Combo Drive
- 128MB ATI Mobility Radeon X600
- Integrated 56K Modem + 10/100 Ethernet LAN
- 12 Cell Lithium Ion Battery
- Microsoft Works/Money
I can't wait for it to get here. Can't wait to see it!
Friday, July 29 I'm scheduled to take the Compass test. It's the exact same test as the THEA (a college-level placement test) only it's on the computer, making it harder (no scratch paper built in). The results are instantaneous and will tell me what classes I'll be able to fit in with. We'll see what comes of it.
One more thing before I go, I thought it was funny how you guys commented on the puppy being sick and date movies and the correct lettering for computer graphics but when I get thrown into a wall and recieve the first concussion (although minor) in my entire life and you all say nothing. Lol. Just thought that was...odd.
Tschüss!
Montag, Juli 18, 2005
Ah, Amazing!
This weekend was incredible! I went to visit Josh this weekend in Austin and had a blast! Friday night Josh, Nana, Paw, and I went to a place called P.F. Chang's China Bistro (china bistro???). The food wasn't the greatest. Their Sweet and Sour Chicken was really good and they have this spicy sauce that they make for you out of soy sauce, chili sauce and chinese mustard...mmm...it was so good.
Saturday was amazing! Josh and I went down south to Schlitterbahn in New Braunfels. It was so much fun! He had a blast (so did i), and that's what matters. If you see a red-orange band on my right wrist, now you know what it's from.
The best part was how I woke up that morning. Josh came into the room at 5:30 and sat next to me on the bed and told me "happy 14-month anniversary" and asked me if I wanted to watch the sunrise with him like we did 14 months ago. So we sat in front of the window and started watching. 5 minutes later his alarm clock goes off, playing Savage Garden's Truly, Madly, Deeply, Do (the "I wanna stand with you on a mountain" song). He told me how much he loved me and sang the song to me while we watched the sunrise in front of the window. It was so romantic I cried.
Sunday we slept in (I couldn't...my stomach wasn't happy with me - why does is always happen when I go down there?), then watched the Phantom of the Opera on DVD, he got me hooked on Guild Wars while he took a shower, then we ate pizza from Mr. Gatti's with Nana and Paw, then played Taboo with them too - that was a blast! Then I packed and went home. The drive was ok. It felt faster than the way up there, that's for sure.
Today I've been looking at laptops and have found the one I want to purchase. I'm so excited about it! I can't wait to order it! I'll talk to my parents some more about it when they get home tonight and we'll make a firm decision then. Talk to you all later! I gotta go eat breakfast.
Tschüss!
Saturday was amazing! Josh and I went down south to Schlitterbahn in New Braunfels. It was so much fun! He had a blast (so did i), and that's what matters. If you see a red-orange band on my right wrist, now you know what it's from.
The best part was how I woke up that morning. Josh came into the room at 5:30 and sat next to me on the bed and told me "happy 14-month anniversary" and asked me if I wanted to watch the sunrise with him like we did 14 months ago. So we sat in front of the window and started watching. 5 minutes later his alarm clock goes off, playing Savage Garden's Truly, Madly, Deeply, Do (the "I wanna stand with you on a mountain" song). He told me how much he loved me and sang the song to me while we watched the sunrise in front of the window. It was so romantic I cried.
Sunday we slept in (I couldn't...my stomach wasn't happy with me - why does is always happen when I go down there?), then watched the Phantom of the Opera on DVD, he got me hooked on Guild Wars while he took a shower, then we ate pizza from Mr. Gatti's with Nana and Paw, then played Taboo with them too - that was a blast! Then I packed and went home. The drive was ok. It felt faster than the way up there, that's for sure.
Today I've been looking at laptops and have found the one I want to purchase. I'm so excited about it! I can't wait to order it! I'll talk to my parents some more about it when they get home tonight and we'll make a firm decision then. Talk to you all later! I gotta go eat breakfast.
Tschüss!
Freitag, Juli 08, 2005
Funny Things Are Happening
Well, folks, Rock has himself a home now. His new owner came and picked him up this afternoon. Funny thing is, I cried. He's not even my puppy and I cried! Josh says it's just because I'm a caring person. I think there's something wrong with me because upon my arrival "home" I found myself missing his little yip when he hears me come into the bedroom. I miss his fluffy curls all over his little body. I miss his cute little face and his little orange triangle ears. I even miss how he'd sneak off with one of my flip flops for a chew toy. *sigh* I miss the little rascal.
Work today was interesting. This morning went by so slowly. I was in a bad mood on my lunch break because of the lack of pace this morning and a co-worker's insistance on being the way she is (heh, go figure). Sometimes I get along really well with Debra and sometimes she really burns me up. Sometimes she flat out pisses me off. I won't get into that though. You don't want to sit here all night reading about it, I'm sure.
Anyhoo, during lunch break I took Rock back to the house (he came to work with me to make it easier on his parents) to be picked up by his new owner, hurried over to Arby's to pick up lunch and rushed over to work - I barely made it back on time. The afternoon went by rather quickly, which is a good thing. I was ready for that day to be over. I got kind of frustrated towards the end of the night, but not near as much as earlier.
I didn't tell you my fun from yesterday, did I? Heh. Well, I went in for my regularly scheduled shift which started at 1:00. The first appointment was a Rhodesian Ridgeback (for those of you who don't know how big they are, think small Rottweiler, big Lab size). This dog was so scared to be in the vet's office. Debra, my nurse for the day, asked for my help as VA for her, to hold the dog while she got blood and a fecal. I'm holding this dog, after prying her away from the wall just enough to fit my body between her (the dog) and it, and just as Debra puts the turnicate on her leg, the dog tries to get me off of her and runs me into the decorative molding along the wall. No big deal, I'm ok. I get a better grip on the dog (for fear that my restraint wasn't good enough) and Debrah tries to get the blood from the dog. The owner, Debra and I are all sweet-talking the dog to try and calm her down. The dog tries to get me off again and slams me straight into the molding again, about three times as hard as the first time, making a very loud bang as my head hit the wall.
Everything went black, my eyes started to water, Debra started talking to me, I regained my vision, I realizeed what just happened to me, and from then on all my attention went strait to trying not to cry in front of the client (the owner of the dog). Debra had me go sit down and gave me an ice pack to put on the already growing knot on my head. I sat there, still in shock of what happened. My head started to hurt really badly, so I went and took an Ibuprofen for the pain and swelling. It never did help the pain, but the swelling stopped about an hour after the incident. I hit my head at 1:45. I started getting really sleepy about 2:30-3:00, about the same time the swelling died down.
My left leg from the knee down had been very sore in the muscles. I just blew it off as a weather thing since a few other co-workers were having the same intramuscular pain from the weather. Ever since I hit my head, the pain became gradually worse througout the day and had spread past my knee into my thigh and eventually into my hip. The pain was so bad that I was limping around the clinic not putting pressure on it (even though it still hurt like crazy).
Labling my injury as a mild concussion, I took the necessary precautions. I had Josh call me 20 minutes after he told me to go to sleep to wake me up. He also (voluntarily) called me two or three times during the night, then again to wake me up in the morning. I left the back door unlocked overnight just in case and told my Mom that I would do so when she had come to rescue me (Seanathan abandoned me) from a dead battery after work.
I've had a mild headache all day long with off and on severe headaches. Sometimes it'll hurt very intensely for about 10 minutes, then it'll go away. My leg hasn't hurt since last night. Odd, huh?
After work tomorrow I'm helping Lara watch two kids that she's sitting. We're going to Hawaiian Falls. It'll be interesting, I'm sure, considering one kid is 10 and bringing a friend and the other is 2. Heh. I'm so lucky *said in the most sarcastic tone possible* I'm sure I'll have a good time. If not, I always have no work to look forward to on Sunday!
Well, this thing is long enough. That, and I want to go cross-stitch some more. I'll talk to you poppets later.
Tschüss!
Work today was interesting. This morning went by so slowly. I was in a bad mood on my lunch break because of the lack of pace this morning and a co-worker's insistance on being the way she is (heh, go figure). Sometimes I get along really well with Debra and sometimes she really burns me up. Sometimes she flat out pisses me off. I won't get into that though. You don't want to sit here all night reading about it, I'm sure.
Anyhoo, during lunch break I took Rock back to the house (he came to work with me to make it easier on his parents) to be picked up by his new owner, hurried over to Arby's to pick up lunch and rushed over to work - I barely made it back on time. The afternoon went by rather quickly, which is a good thing. I was ready for that day to be over. I got kind of frustrated towards the end of the night, but not near as much as earlier.
I didn't tell you my fun from yesterday, did I? Heh. Well, I went in for my regularly scheduled shift which started at 1:00. The first appointment was a Rhodesian Ridgeback (for those of you who don't know how big they are, think small Rottweiler, big Lab size). This dog was so scared to be in the vet's office. Debra, my nurse for the day, asked for my help as VA for her, to hold the dog while she got blood and a fecal. I'm holding this dog, after prying her away from the wall just enough to fit my body between her (the dog) and it, and just as Debra puts the turnicate on her leg, the dog tries to get me off of her and runs me into the decorative molding along the wall. No big deal, I'm ok. I get a better grip on the dog (for fear that my restraint wasn't good enough) and Debrah tries to get the blood from the dog. The owner, Debra and I are all sweet-talking the dog to try and calm her down. The dog tries to get me off again and slams me straight into the molding again, about three times as hard as the first time, making a very loud bang as my head hit the wall.
Everything went black, my eyes started to water, Debra started talking to me, I regained my vision, I realizeed what just happened to me, and from then on all my attention went strait to trying not to cry in front of the client (the owner of the dog). Debra had me go sit down and gave me an ice pack to put on the already growing knot on my head. I sat there, still in shock of what happened. My head started to hurt really badly, so I went and took an Ibuprofen for the pain and swelling. It never did help the pain, but the swelling stopped about an hour after the incident. I hit my head at 1:45. I started getting really sleepy about 2:30-3:00, about the same time the swelling died down.
My left leg from the knee down had been very sore in the muscles. I just blew it off as a weather thing since a few other co-workers were having the same intramuscular pain from the weather. Ever since I hit my head, the pain became gradually worse througout the day and had spread past my knee into my thigh and eventually into my hip. The pain was so bad that I was limping around the clinic not putting pressure on it (even though it still hurt like crazy).
Labling my injury as a mild concussion, I took the necessary precautions. I had Josh call me 20 minutes after he told me to go to sleep to wake me up. He also (voluntarily) called me two or three times during the night, then again to wake me up in the morning. I left the back door unlocked overnight just in case and told my Mom that I would do so when she had come to rescue me (Seanathan abandoned me) from a dead battery after work.
I've had a mild headache all day long with off and on severe headaches. Sometimes it'll hurt very intensely for about 10 minutes, then it'll go away. My leg hasn't hurt since last night. Odd, huh?
After work tomorrow I'm helping Lara watch two kids that she's sitting. We're going to Hawaiian Falls. It'll be interesting, I'm sure, considering one kid is 10 and bringing a friend and the other is 2. Heh. I'm so lucky *said in the most sarcastic tone possible* I'm sure I'll have a good time. If not, I always have no work to look forward to on Sunday!
Well, this thing is long enough. That, and I want to go cross-stitch some more. I'll talk to you poppets later.
Tschüss!
Sonntag, Juli 03, 2005
You Know What?
It's really hot outside. I don't normally sweat and even I have beads along my dainty brow. Yuck!
Anyhoo, chores are done.
Yesterday at work I got everything left on my check-off sheet signed, I watched the last video, studied and took my test...and made a 96! That means that I am completely done with my check-off sheet and that means that if that was the only thing keeping me from being hired, I GET TO KEEP MY JOB!!! I'M ALL FINISHED!!! *Dances around room* Knowing my luck, when I meet with Susan on Tuesday, I'll be fired for some other reason. Heh. Ah well. At least I did what no one else has done, 1)finished the check-off sheet in 6 weeks (with two days to spare!) and 2) got a 100 on the hardest test of them all! I even got mentioned in the staff's monthly newsletter for it! I haven't celebrated yet, but I will sometime soon. Maybe I'll go have dinner with my parents some night this week (boy, do I love saying that!)
Rock is laying in my lap and when I looked down at him, his chin was resting on my arm and he was looking at me with his adorable puppy eyes. It was picturesque! He's so cute!
Yesterday Lara and her boyfriend John came over and swam for a half hour. Then we went to Taco Bell, then went to see War of the Worlds at AMC. If you asked me how the movie was last night, I would have said it was a very intense thriller, borderline scary. If you asked me now, I would still say a very intense thriller, but I wouldn't call it scary. It was a good movie, very well made. The ending sucked, but to find out why you'll just have to watch it. The graphics were amazing and the CA (computer animation) was the best I've seen yet as far as realism goes with humans being picked up and that sort of thing. The movie really gets you into it, even if you don't normally get into movies. I do get into movies and for a couple of hours, reality slipped completely from my mind.
This is a good date movie. The guys sit there and say to each other, "Heh. Cool graphics. Hey, look! Something just blew up and now that car's on fire!" and the girls cling to their boyfriend's arm the entire time, doing exactly what the guys were hoping they would do. I liked this movie and plan on seeing it with Josh when I go down there in a couple of weekends.
Christina and Angela are going to spend the night tomorrow night. That'll be fun. And don't worry, I already cleared it with Angi. We're going to swim and watch movies and laugh and play and sleep...it's going to be great! I'm going to make macaroni and cheese and cut open the watermelon and we'll have ice cream...speaking of which, I'm going to go get some right now!!!
Tschüss!!!
Anyhoo, chores are done.
Yesterday at work I got everything left on my check-off sheet signed, I watched the last video, studied and took my test...and made a 96! That means that I am completely done with my check-off sheet and that means that if that was the only thing keeping me from being hired, I GET TO KEEP MY JOB!!! I'M ALL FINISHED!!! *Dances around room* Knowing my luck, when I meet with Susan on Tuesday, I'll be fired for some other reason. Heh. Ah well. At least I did what no one else has done, 1)finished the check-off sheet in 6 weeks (with two days to spare!) and 2) got a 100 on the hardest test of them all! I even got mentioned in the staff's monthly newsletter for it! I haven't celebrated yet, but I will sometime soon. Maybe I'll go have dinner with my parents some night this week (boy, do I love saying that!)
Rock is laying in my lap and when I looked down at him, his chin was resting on my arm and he was looking at me with his adorable puppy eyes. It was picturesque! He's so cute!
Yesterday Lara and her boyfriend John came over and swam for a half hour. Then we went to Taco Bell, then went to see War of the Worlds at AMC. If you asked me how the movie was last night, I would have said it was a very intense thriller, borderline scary. If you asked me now, I would still say a very intense thriller, but I wouldn't call it scary. It was a good movie, very well made. The ending sucked, but to find out why you'll just have to watch it. The graphics were amazing and the CA (computer animation) was the best I've seen yet as far as realism goes with humans being picked up and that sort of thing. The movie really gets you into it, even if you don't normally get into movies. I do get into movies and for a couple of hours, reality slipped completely from my mind.
This is a good date movie. The guys sit there and say to each other, "Heh. Cool graphics. Hey, look! Something just blew up and now that car's on fire!" and the girls cling to their boyfriend's arm the entire time, doing exactly what the guys were hoping they would do. I liked this movie and plan on seeing it with Josh when I go down there in a couple of weekends.
Christina and Angela are going to spend the night tomorrow night. That'll be fun. And don't worry, I already cleared it with Angi. We're going to swim and watch movies and laugh and play and sleep...it's going to be great! I'm going to make macaroni and cheese and cut open the watermelon and we'll have ice cream...speaking of which, I'm going to go get some right now!!!
Tschüss!!!
More Better
Ok, hopefully this post won't be near as depressing as the last one. I was in an emotional state (a bad one) when I wrote that. Feel free to ignore it.
Life at Angi's house is great. Aside from the fact that I don't have computer games or schoolwork to keep me company, everything's going great! The dogs are wonderful, aside from the occasional chewing of the plants by little Rock (the 14-week-old puppy). They play with each other and are very content with my presence. Rock took a nap with me the other day and the other night he slept contentedly by my side as I cross-stitched.
I don't know how that reminded me, but I just remebered that I have to do chores...get mail, water plants, brush pool...I'll be back in a bit.
Life at Angi's house is great. Aside from the fact that I don't have computer games or schoolwork to keep me company, everything's going great! The dogs are wonderful, aside from the occasional chewing of the plants by little Rock (the 14-week-old puppy). They play with each other and are very content with my presence. Rock took a nap with me the other day and the other night he slept contentedly by my side as I cross-stitched.
I don't know how that reminded me, but I just remebered that I have to do chores...get mail, water plants, brush pool...I'll be back in a bit.
Dienstag, Juni 28, 2005
Peeking Through the Window of Her Mind
I love my church. We have nice people, good, solid teaching, our Sunday School lessons come straight from the Bible and not some curriculum from Pennsylvania or Arkansas, the people there truly love the Lord and want to serve Him.
I've been struggling with my walk with God for about a year and a half now. I've gone to various people for help and they all gave me the same advice. I asked for help with the advice and they gave it again. I asked God for help when I started seeing myself slipping. I kept sliding down hill and moved further and further away from Him. Friends, family, deteriorating relationships that my friends or I were going through, trips, the little things in life, things kept coming and I knew I needed to trust Him. I thought I did. I got to the point where I was falling into a hole. Not knowing what it looked like, what it felt like to trust God only exacerbated the situation. I finally hit the bottom of the hole. Hurting, I struggled to find out a way to get out. I'd look up at the small hole of light, the only source of light, the opening to the hole I'd fallen into, and wish for a way out. Like a baby learns to stand, I'd grab onto the wall and barely pull myself up, sometimes to a standing position, give up, say it's too hard, and fall back down. I'd sit there, frustrated that I can't do the easiest things. I'd whine and complain to myself all the time about how bad my situation is.
Sometimes people would call down the hole to me and ask me if I was ok. Certain people I would say yes to, just to be polite. Others I would desperately ask for help. Some ignored my request and walked away. Some sent down a rope, but it never came far enough for me to reach. One built a ladder that reached all the way down to the bottom of the hole. He told me to come when I'm ready, that He'll be waiting for me when I get there. Noticing the ladder is one thing, climbing it is another. I'm working on climbing the ladder. I know what I'm supposed to do, I know how to climb the ladder, that's not the issue. It's fitting it into everyday life that's hard.
If it weren't for the people at church, I wouldn't have even noticed the ladder. I would have been so focused on myself that I would have missed it completely. These people were like a flashing arrow pointing through the dark to the ladder, my way of escape from the dark and lonely hole. They are my encouragement, my motivation to perservere and be strong. They help me do what I should do alone, but can't find the strength to do it.
The past two weeks have been the best weeks of my spiritual walk in at least a year. I have grown in how I think and how I view things. I'm watching them through glass windows. I'm listening to what they say to each other, especially about God. I feel like I'm a recovering skeptic. I watched these people at church and saw the ones that were constantly talking about God and every other word out of their mouth was how God did this for them and God saved them in this situation and found myself not happy, but intstantly bitter and angry at His name and the way they used it. These people I dubbed "overly Christian" and found that my anger wasn't necessarily towards them, but at myself and my situation. I still find that people that are that way are annoying - I'm happy for them and all, but they can talk about other things. You can thank God for what he's done in your life and tell others about it without being so repetitive. I almost hate to say that, but it's the truth. Sorry, long rabbit trail. I'm working on it.
Now when I see these people, they help me realize my situation and while they don't tell me how to fix it (I haven't asked them), they do help me to do so by pointing to Him. I'm not really sure what's going to happen, but I know this: God has His plan for me. I am taken care of. Although I'm not where I'd like to be (who is?), I finally realize that it's ok. It's ok to go slowly. I don't have to be some super Christian. I can have problems. As long as I still acknowledge that God is the only cure and let Him be such, I'm ok.
That's what has been on my mind recently. I have to go get final details for tomorrow...I'm housesitting for a friend for two weeks. Have to go get Clifford inspected so I don't get a ticket for being so far out of inspection. I'll talk to you all later. I will have internet while I'm there and I'll try and blog as often as I can.
Tschüss!
I've been struggling with my walk with God for about a year and a half now. I've gone to various people for help and they all gave me the same advice. I asked for help with the advice and they gave it again. I asked God for help when I started seeing myself slipping. I kept sliding down hill and moved further and further away from Him. Friends, family, deteriorating relationships that my friends or I were going through, trips, the little things in life, things kept coming and I knew I needed to trust Him. I thought I did. I got to the point where I was falling into a hole. Not knowing what it looked like, what it felt like to trust God only exacerbated the situation. I finally hit the bottom of the hole. Hurting, I struggled to find out a way to get out. I'd look up at the small hole of light, the only source of light, the opening to the hole I'd fallen into, and wish for a way out. Like a baby learns to stand, I'd grab onto the wall and barely pull myself up, sometimes to a standing position, give up, say it's too hard, and fall back down. I'd sit there, frustrated that I can't do the easiest things. I'd whine and complain to myself all the time about how bad my situation is.
Sometimes people would call down the hole to me and ask me if I was ok. Certain people I would say yes to, just to be polite. Others I would desperately ask for help. Some ignored my request and walked away. Some sent down a rope, but it never came far enough for me to reach. One built a ladder that reached all the way down to the bottom of the hole. He told me to come when I'm ready, that He'll be waiting for me when I get there. Noticing the ladder is one thing, climbing it is another. I'm working on climbing the ladder. I know what I'm supposed to do, I know how to climb the ladder, that's not the issue. It's fitting it into everyday life that's hard.
If it weren't for the people at church, I wouldn't have even noticed the ladder. I would have been so focused on myself that I would have missed it completely. These people were like a flashing arrow pointing through the dark to the ladder, my way of escape from the dark and lonely hole. They are my encouragement, my motivation to perservere and be strong. They help me do what I should do alone, but can't find the strength to do it.
The past two weeks have been the best weeks of my spiritual walk in at least a year. I have grown in how I think and how I view things. I'm watching them through glass windows. I'm listening to what they say to each other, especially about God. I feel like I'm a recovering skeptic. I watched these people at church and saw the ones that were constantly talking about God and every other word out of their mouth was how God did this for them and God saved them in this situation and found myself not happy, but intstantly bitter and angry at His name and the way they used it. These people I dubbed "overly Christian" and found that my anger wasn't necessarily towards them, but at myself and my situation. I still find that people that are that way are annoying - I'm happy for them and all, but they can talk about other things. You can thank God for what he's done in your life and tell others about it without being so repetitive. I almost hate to say that, but it's the truth. Sorry, long rabbit trail. I'm working on it.
Now when I see these people, they help me realize my situation and while they don't tell me how to fix it (I haven't asked them), they do help me to do so by pointing to Him. I'm not really sure what's going to happen, but I know this: God has His plan for me. I am taken care of. Although I'm not where I'd like to be (who is?), I finally realize that it's ok. It's ok to go slowly. I don't have to be some super Christian. I can have problems. As long as I still acknowledge that God is the only cure and let Him be such, I'm ok.
That's what has been on my mind recently. I have to go get final details for tomorrow...I'm housesitting for a friend for two weeks. Have to go get Clifford inspected so I don't get a ticket for being so far out of inspection. I'll talk to you all later. I will have internet while I'm there and I'll try and blog as often as I can.
Tschüss!
Sonntag, Juni 26, 2005
100
I don't really feel like updating, but I have to tell you this...
I took another test at work on Tuesday (the 21st) and made a 100! Perfect score on the second hardest test! When I told my boss, not only was she encouraging (yes!!) but she said that she didn't have any records of anyone else making a 100 on that test. So not only did I ace it, but I'm the only one to ace it!!! Score! (no pun intended)
Tschüss!
I took another test at work on Tuesday (the 21st) and made a 100! Perfect score on the second hardest test! When I told my boss, not only was she encouraging (yes!!) but she said that she didn't have any records of anyone else making a 100 on that test. So not only did I ace it, but I'm the only one to ace it!!! Score! (no pun intended)
Tschüss!
Dienstag, Juni 21, 2005
Possibly the First Time In My Life
I PASSED MY TEST TODAY! I GOT A 94! Which means...I GOT AN A!!! That's probably the first time in my entire life to get an A on a test. I was so happy I was crying. Hooray!
I get home and Mom tells me on her way out the door to look at Oreo's leg and that I need to change the bandage. I take him in there and look at it and oh my goodness. It used to just be a surface sore, about 1/2 inch wide and 1 1/2 inches long, looking irritated and possibly infected. The surface sore part is healing and looks a lot better. The bad thing is, even though he has an Elizabethan collar on (a hard plastic cone that goes around his head) he's still trying to lick the sore. There's a gash in it now, shaped like a V, and bleeding. Not profusely, but bleeding nonetheless. When I bandaged his leg I noticed that there's more to it. Where the bottom of the V is, there's one edge that goes farther down, looking more like a lowercase Y - y. He needs to go to thet doctor. I'd call them and take him now, but we can't afford to take him in and pay for all the treatments. Sometimes being poor really sucks! If I could afford to pay for it, I would - out of my own money. I feel so bad for him. I wish there was something I can do.
Ok, in an attempt to make my mood lighter, I'll tell you my plans for this weekend. Josh, about 2 months ago, invited me to go to his family reunion with he and his family. This Saturday is the reunion and it's going to be a blast! I am so unbelievably excited about it! We're going to go swimming, eat food, see family members that we've never met before, all sorts of fun stuff like that! *grins and laughs* It's going to be a blast!
That's really all I had to blog about. Oh, and one more thing...
I PASSED MY TEST!!!
Tschüss!
I get home and Mom tells me on her way out the door to look at Oreo's leg and that I need to change the bandage. I take him in there and look at it and oh my goodness. It used to just be a surface sore, about 1/2 inch wide and 1 1/2 inches long, looking irritated and possibly infected. The surface sore part is healing and looks a lot better. The bad thing is, even though he has an Elizabethan collar on (a hard plastic cone that goes around his head) he's still trying to lick the sore. There's a gash in it now, shaped like a V, and bleeding. Not profusely, but bleeding nonetheless. When I bandaged his leg I noticed that there's more to it. Where the bottom of the V is, there's one edge that goes farther down, looking more like a lowercase Y - y. He needs to go to thet doctor. I'd call them and take him now, but we can't afford to take him in and pay for all the treatments. Sometimes being poor really sucks! If I could afford to pay for it, I would - out of my own money. I feel so bad for him. I wish there was something I can do.
Ok, in an attempt to make my mood lighter, I'll tell you my plans for this weekend. Josh, about 2 months ago, invited me to go to his family reunion with he and his family. This Saturday is the reunion and it's going to be a blast! I am so unbelievably excited about it! We're going to go swimming, eat food, see family members that we've never met before, all sorts of fun stuff like that! *grins and laughs* It's going to be a blast!
That's really all I had to blog about. Oh, and one more thing...
I PASSED MY TEST!!!
Tschüss!
Unfair
If crying could fix things, I'd be golden right now.
My work situation feels impossible. I'm fighting a wall, here. No matter how hard I push on the wall, it's not going to budge. This is how it feels. The reality is that if I keep fighting the wall, I can break a hole in the concrete just big enough for me to crawl through...but I have to fight and fight and fight to no end. I feel like the only thing I'm fighting for is my career, and I could live without that.
I want this job so badly! But I want to give up. I start thinking that I really can do this, and then I talk to Susan (my boss). One 5 minute talk with her can ruin my entire day. I wish I had known that the little check-off sheet meant so much. I wish I knew that it determined whether or not I had a job at Highland. I wish so badly to rewind time knowing what was ahead of me. If I had known it was this important, it'd be completed by now.
I wonder if she's making it difficult for me on purpose. I wonder if she thought she made a bad decision by hiring me.
You must be strong, Julie. You can overcome this.
My work situation feels impossible. I'm fighting a wall, here. No matter how hard I push on the wall, it's not going to budge. This is how it feels. The reality is that if I keep fighting the wall, I can break a hole in the concrete just big enough for me to crawl through...but I have to fight and fight and fight to no end. I feel like the only thing I'm fighting for is my career, and I could live without that.
I want this job so badly! But I want to give up. I start thinking that I really can do this, and then I talk to Susan (my boss). One 5 minute talk with her can ruin my entire day. I wish I had known that the little check-off sheet meant so much. I wish I knew that it determined whether or not I had a job at Highland. I wish so badly to rewind time knowing what was ahead of me. If I had known it was this important, it'd be completed by now.
I wonder if she's making it difficult for me on purpose. I wonder if she thought she made a bad decision by hiring me.
You must be strong, Julie. You can overcome this.
The Puppy
Oh, and by the way, the puppy made it. She's alive and well now. Her sibling had to be put down, but she's just fine.
Grrness
I just remembered that I need to get in to work today (today's my day off). I have a video that I haven't finished from yesterday plus three more to watch today and take another test. Grrness. I really feel like giving up. If I didn't want to work there so badly, I wouldn't care - I would've given up already. But I want to work there so badly, and I'm afraid that I won't get to. I was asking people all day to help me so they could sign off on things and I didn't get a single thing signed off. I'm going to end up doing everything on Thursday morning again and I don't want to do that. Grr. I wish there were an easy way out of this.
Yesterday after work and picking up Wm, Chris and I went to Chili's for dinner and then went shopping after that. We went to Kohl's and I got three shirts. We went to WalMart after that to look at laptops since I'm wanting to buy one after I housesit for Angi and they didn't have them out. The lady said, fairly rudly, that they didn't keep them out, that they were always locked up and weren't ever out on display. That's what I get for going to the Lewisville WalMart. Ah well.
Shopping with Chris was fun. We haven't hung out in a while and I really enjoyed her company. She's such an awesome woman. Very mature and godly. She's amazing. You know, having a best friend for 13 years and managing to still be close is awesome. It's a great feeling to know that someone will always be there.
We're going to see if the "original four" of us (Kelley, Chris, Ang and I) can have a sleepover sometime soon. That'll be fun. I like hanging out with them. Who knew I'd still be friends with all four of them 13 years later? I hoped it would happen, but things like moving happens a lot to little kids. Ah well. Time to plan the party!
Tschüss!
Yesterday after work and picking up Wm, Chris and I went to Chili's for dinner and then went shopping after that. We went to Kohl's and I got three shirts. We went to WalMart after that to look at laptops since I'm wanting to buy one after I housesit for Angi and they didn't have them out. The lady said, fairly rudly, that they didn't keep them out, that they were always locked up and weren't ever out on display. That's what I get for going to the Lewisville WalMart. Ah well.
Shopping with Chris was fun. We haven't hung out in a while and I really enjoyed her company. She's such an awesome woman. Very mature and godly. She's amazing. You know, having a best friend for 13 years and managing to still be close is awesome. It's a great feeling to know that someone will always be there.
We're going to see if the "original four" of us (Kelley, Chris, Ang and I) can have a sleepover sometime soon. That'll be fun. I like hanging out with them. Who knew I'd still be friends with all four of them 13 years later? I hoped it would happen, but things like moving happens a lot to little kids. Ah well. Time to plan the party!
Tschüss!
Freitag, Juni 17, 2005
Could I Be More Of A Mixture?
I am so happy yet so sad. All at the same time.
So my interesting work story for the week happened this afternoon. A 7 week old chocolate lab puppy was brought into us. The chief complaint: bloody diarrhea and vomiting. The first thing we think: Parvo.
For those of you that don't know (which is virtually everyone), Parvo is a virus that attacks rapidly dividing cells, i.e. the intestinal wall. When the dog vomits or makes a bowel movement, the virus moves in and further irritates the intestines, only making the dog sicker. Parvo can be cured if caught in time. If not, it can kill the dog. Now that you've been briefed, back to the story.
We drew some blood and tested the puppy for Parvo. The test came up negative. Even though this test is 95% accurate, there have been a few rare cases where the test came up negative and the dog was infected with Parvo. We did a fecal on the pup (examined her stool under a microscope) to look for things like Giardia that could have meant a different disease with similar symptoms. The fecal came back negative - we didn't find anything. We were still leaning towards Parvo as the source of ailment for this poor puppy.
When Dr. Hunsberger was in the room with the patient, talking to the owner, she noticed that the puppy was jerking around. They decided it was a dream rather than tremors because she woke herself out of it and was fine. If the shaking was tremors, then Distemper would have been the leading suspect.
I'm not exactly sure what the Distemper virus does, but I do know the symptoms. It's basically just like Parvo, the bloody diarrhea and vomiting being prominent. Distemper can also affect the nervous system, causing permanent damage to the dog, assuming it lives. Distemper can be cured, but most often it results in death.
So now we're not exactly sure what's ailing the puppy, either Parvo or Distemper. Either way, it's not good. We're going to treat her on Monday for Parvo, but she can't stay the night with us because she needs observation and there won't be people here this weekend. We referred her to an emergency clinic in Carrollton, that's where she is now. I don't know what'll happen to her, but I certainly hope she lives.
It was interesting. We couldn't handle any other puppies or dogs that hadn't been current on their vaccinations because if the puppy did have either of those very contagious diseases, they could get transmitted to the other animals. That meant that everything we (Debra, my OPN-Out Patient Nurse, the doctor, and i) touched had to be disinfected to kill the virus so it didn't spread to other animals. Our clothes needed to be disinfected, the hospital had to be disinfected...everything. I have my clothes and Dr. Hunsberger's clothes here to get decontaminated. You have no idea how freeing the shower was when I got home. I could finally touch something without having to make a mental note to spray it down with Lysol, I could sit down without having to worry about disinfecting it later. It was great! That was my adventure for today.
I'm so excited...Josh is coming into town this weekend for Father's Day. We're going out Saturday night. We're going to go see Cinderella Man. It's going to be great fun for everyone.
I'm exhausted, so I'm going to go to bed. Should have been in bed by now, but eh. I'll talk to you all later! Comment, please. I really do like hearing from you.
Tschüss!
So my interesting work story for the week happened this afternoon. A 7 week old chocolate lab puppy was brought into us. The chief complaint: bloody diarrhea and vomiting. The first thing we think: Parvo.
For those of you that don't know (which is virtually everyone), Parvo is a virus that attacks rapidly dividing cells, i.e. the intestinal wall. When the dog vomits or makes a bowel movement, the virus moves in and further irritates the intestines, only making the dog sicker. Parvo can be cured if caught in time. If not, it can kill the dog. Now that you've been briefed, back to the story.
We drew some blood and tested the puppy for Parvo. The test came up negative. Even though this test is 95% accurate, there have been a few rare cases where the test came up negative and the dog was infected with Parvo. We did a fecal on the pup (examined her stool under a microscope) to look for things like Giardia that could have meant a different disease with similar symptoms. The fecal came back negative - we didn't find anything. We were still leaning towards Parvo as the source of ailment for this poor puppy.
When Dr. Hunsberger was in the room with the patient, talking to the owner, she noticed that the puppy was jerking around. They decided it was a dream rather than tremors because she woke herself out of it and was fine. If the shaking was tremors, then Distemper would have been the leading suspect.
I'm not exactly sure what the Distemper virus does, but I do know the symptoms. It's basically just like Parvo, the bloody diarrhea and vomiting being prominent. Distemper can also affect the nervous system, causing permanent damage to the dog, assuming it lives. Distemper can be cured, but most often it results in death.
So now we're not exactly sure what's ailing the puppy, either Parvo or Distemper. Either way, it's not good. We're going to treat her on Monday for Parvo, but she can't stay the night with us because she needs observation and there won't be people here this weekend. We referred her to an emergency clinic in Carrollton, that's where she is now. I don't know what'll happen to her, but I certainly hope she lives.
It was interesting. We couldn't handle any other puppies or dogs that hadn't been current on their vaccinations because if the puppy did have either of those very contagious diseases, they could get transmitted to the other animals. That meant that everything we (Debra, my OPN-Out Patient Nurse, the doctor, and i) touched had to be disinfected to kill the virus so it didn't spread to other animals. Our clothes needed to be disinfected, the hospital had to be disinfected...everything. I have my clothes and Dr. Hunsberger's clothes here to get decontaminated. You have no idea how freeing the shower was when I got home. I could finally touch something without having to make a mental note to spray it down with Lysol, I could sit down without having to worry about disinfecting it later. It was great! That was my adventure for today.
I'm so excited...Josh is coming into town this weekend for Father's Day. We're going out Saturday night. We're going to go see Cinderella Man. It's going to be great fun for everyone.
I'm exhausted, so I'm going to go to bed. Should have been in bed by now, but eh. I'll talk to you all later! Comment, please. I really do like hearing from you.
Tschüss!
Mittwoch, Juni 15, 2005
Memories
Sometimes it's really creepy reliving memories. I just read the first two months of my blogging (on the public one, that is) and am shocked at how immature yet mature I was. Am I always like that? Reliving the memories of life before Josh were odd feeling. Reliving the memories of how I met him and how we became a couple still send chills down my spine. I'd better go now...I have...things to do.
Tschüss.
Tschüss.
Glad I Made It Home On Sunday
Driving to work this morning, I turn out of my neighborhood and start accelerating as usual. As you all know, my truck is a standard, which means that the faster you go, the higher gear the truck needs to be in in order for it to work properly. I depress the clutch to shift into third gear. It starts to go, then something inside locked up and I couldn't get it to go into third. "I'm going up a hill, I need steam here, I'll shift back into second" I think to myself. I met with the same fate when attempting to shift into second gear. The clutch is broken. I managed to get up the hill and into the parking lot of the small strip center at the end of the road, put the hazard lights on, informed my Mother of my situation and walked the short 10 minutes home. Joy beyond all comprehension, we're back down to two cars.
The best part is though (sarcasm) is that my Mom and brothers went to take the company van back to work...in Addison. They left 15 minutes before I did, so I am now stranded here at the house and unable to get to work at the time I wanted to be. According to my boss, I don't have to be there until 4 tonight, but I wanted to be there at 9 this morning so I could work on my check-off sheet stuff that I have to have all signed off by tomorrow. I have videos to watch and a test to take that I've already failed twice. There's nothing but fun here with Julie! *sighs miserably* Maybe I'm not supposed to work there. I don't know.
I don't remember if I put this in my last blog, but Lake Dallas Veterinary Clinic called on Monday asking if I wanted to come in for an interview. I called them back to see what they were looking for...it's kennel positions. I tried to find out what they paid and if there was any advancement in training opportunities like there are at Highland, and the lady said that she didn't know, that the woman who usually did the interviews was in the hospital but that she'd be back tomorrow and give me a call. I never got a call yesterday. Ah well. Unless they paid a lot more and I had opportunities to advance like at Highland, I wouldn't want the job. Believe it or not, I like it where I am. God has His plans...I just wish I knew a few of them.
I'd better go before I depress you all. I'm actually in fairly high spirits considering the circumstances. I just really want to be at work right now.
Heh. Sarah's cute.
Tschüss!
The best part is though (sarcasm) is that my Mom and brothers went to take the company van back to work...in Addison. They left 15 minutes before I did, so I am now stranded here at the house and unable to get to work at the time I wanted to be. According to my boss, I don't have to be there until 4 tonight, but I wanted to be there at 9 this morning so I could work on my check-off sheet stuff that I have to have all signed off by tomorrow. I have videos to watch and a test to take that I've already failed twice. There's nothing but fun here with Julie! *sighs miserably* Maybe I'm not supposed to work there. I don't know.
I don't remember if I put this in my last blog, but Lake Dallas Veterinary Clinic called on Monday asking if I wanted to come in for an interview. I called them back to see what they were looking for...it's kennel positions. I tried to find out what they paid and if there was any advancement in training opportunities like there are at Highland, and the lady said that she didn't know, that the woman who usually did the interviews was in the hospital but that she'd be back tomorrow and give me a call. I never got a call yesterday. Ah well. Unless they paid a lot more and I had opportunities to advance like at Highland, I wouldn't want the job. Believe it or not, I like it where I am. God has His plans...I just wish I knew a few of them.
I'd better go before I depress you all. I'm actually in fairly high spirits considering the circumstances. I just really want to be at work right now.
Heh. Sarah's cute.
Tschüss!
Dienstag, Juni 14, 2005
Work Troubles
I hope I get to keep my job. I have this stupid check-off sheet that I have to have finished in three weeks or I lose my job. I don't know if I'll have the time to finish this one next week, although God is gracious and has helped me out.
My schedule this week is this:
Wednesday - 7:30-18:30
Thursday - 13:00-20:00
Friday - 7:30-18:30
Saturday - 7:30-12:00
So the only time I'd have to work on check-off sheet stuff is throughout my lunch break on Wednesday (I have a three hour lunch break) and before work on Thursday. The catch is, I have to meet with my boss on Thursday with everything checked off. Heh. Anyhoo, my co-worker called this morning and asked me if I was working tomorrow morning. I told her yes, and her response was, "Would you like a day off?" I agreed since that'll give me time to work on my check-off sheet instead of working back in kennels. Woohoo! Thank you God!
Random questions maybe you can help me answer: What is the plural of Moose? If a turtle loses it's shell, is it naked or homeless?
Tschüss!
My schedule this week is this:
Wednesday - 7:30-18:30
Thursday - 13:00-20:00
Friday - 7:30-18:30
Saturday - 7:30-12:00
So the only time I'd have to work on check-off sheet stuff is throughout my lunch break on Wednesday (I have a three hour lunch break) and before work on Thursday. The catch is, I have to meet with my boss on Thursday with everything checked off. Heh. Anyhoo, my co-worker called this morning and asked me if I was working tomorrow morning. I told her yes, and her response was, "Would you like a day off?" I agreed since that'll give me time to work on my check-off sheet instead of working back in kennels. Woohoo! Thank you God!
Random questions maybe you can help me answer: What is the plural of Moose? If a turtle loses it's shell, is it naked or homeless?
Tschüss!
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