I have been trying to not freeze to death for the past week. Seriously, it went from 60s and 70s to a balmy 30 degrees (F) with some snow scattered in. I think the highest high this week was maybe 45. Yep, it's gettin' cold 'round these parts.
The vet that had the quad riding accident is already back at work. His left arm is in a sling, and he's in a neck brace, but he's doing surgeries and seeing patients. Apparently, he only took one whole week off before working half-days. While he can't do too much in the large animal arena, he can do most small animal stuff, as long as he has a tech with him. Last week he came to the Sticksville clinic with an extra tech in tow. Which I was ecstatic about, considering I had a 100lb dog to spay and I had absolutely no idea how to get that dog on the table by myself. At first I thought I could lower the table and have the dog jump up on it, and raise it for the doctor. Then the dog showed up. The owner and myself had to literally drag the dog out of the back end of the truck, carry it inside, and then push it through the clinic and into the kennel. Um, call me crazy, but there was no freaking way I was going to get that dog to jump onto anything. So when the doctor arrived with an extra tech, I was nearly jumping for joy.
The new doctor was on this past weekend, and she tried my cell phone while I was driving over the mountain to work. Naturally my so-called smart phone didn't buzz me that I had a missed call or voicemail. So she walks up to me at the clinic with a Starbucks cup in hand, and says, "It's Starbuck's Saturday. You didn't call me back, so I got you a Chi Tea." When I looked at her funny she told me she called my phone. Yeah, there's no cell reception on the pass I climb to get to work every weekend. I tried the tea. Bleh. Next time I know she's working a Saturday I'll text her and ask her for a hot chocolate without the whipped cream. It's only thing I will drink from Starbucks. Because coffee is gross.
I had one of my uncle's over as a house guest this past week as well. He was on his way home from a hunting trip and stopped in Sticksville to visit, and was convinced to stay the night. K texted me and asked me if he could use my spare room. After dinner, my uncle came over and we watched part of a movie on TNT before bed. He asked me to get him up at 7am when I got up. I got up and knocked on his door, and didn't get a reply. So I pushed open the door, and he wasn't there! K told me later that he had shown up at their house to help with feeding about 6:30. Sheesh.
Now, if you don't mind, I am going to sit my butt in front of my heater and try to get warm with a steaming cup of hot chocolate.