reason #1
My horse got sick (in the middle of AP exam week). Aly, whose diva greatness we all know, love, and appreciate, picked up a random virus, decided she didn't like it, and had to go to New England Equine in Dover, NH. Literally, she's been there for a week of ultrasounding, belly taps, CBCs, bloodwork, PCR labs, you name it; the official diagnosis remains "some random virus." That said, she had a 104 degree fever and a couple days of acting colicky because of it earlier in the week, so she had to go. She is now all better, after spending the week in isolation because of the unknown nature of her lovely virus and the low white blood cell count she presented with. The good news is, she was tested for everything horrible and it wasn't any of those, and once she was on IV fluids for a couple of days, she bounced back to her normal self. Weirdly, she didn't actually have a 'real' colic; that is, no impaction, no hormones, no gas, no twisted gut, not even a little peritonitis. My guess it the funky virus/fever combo just had her feeling uncomfortable.
As much as that sucks, a lot of really great people were really awesome for me when they didn't have to be, starting with Caitlin, who hauled her down and stayed with her while they ran initial tests. Next, the extern, who, when I showed up at Dover at 10:30 PM Tuesday night and accosted her in the parking lot ('Do you work here?'), let me in and found me Aly's intern. Then there's the rest of the staff at Dover, who were really great and let me see my horse, even though it meant little plastic booties, latex gloves and a blue gown thing. My employers, all of whom were very understanding about letting me leave, and of course, my mom, for accepting "I'll make it happen" as a solution for how I'm going to pay her back the vet bill. Last but not least, Dolores, my car, for not dying even when the right front tire tried to fall off on the way home, and for going above the speed limit even though that's starting to get to be a bit of a challenge for her.
reason #2
New job! I'm now doing morning chores and some other miscellaneous awesome stuff for Kathy at Hogan Farm. It's great timing, first because I really needed to find a second "real" job, and also because she's very flexible about how crazy my end-of-senior-year life is getting to be. Plus, Sara, Champ (Blondie), and Cluey are very excited to see my smiling face when I come to feed them in the morning. So staying busy with that and
reason #3
Boston trip! Band and chorus went to Boston this weekend, and I went with them, phone in hand in case I got a call from the vets at Dover, but regardless. The actual performance at the festival was less exciting than the rest of it (watched my first Harry Potter movie ever on the bus ride down, life changing experience right there). We stopped at Six Flags yesterday, where I rode my first rollercoaster. It ranks right below my stadium round at Snowfields last year for times when I thought I was going to die and there was nothing I could do about it. I'm pretty sure the children seated behind me learned a new collection of words not to say in front of their mothers. But there's one for the bucket list, accomplished.
So, until I have ten minutes off again, here's to people coming through for you when they don't have to, horses who beat a sense of humor into us with two by four, and the day, far, far, away, when I will get ten hours of sleep at night. Cheers!
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