Post by Laura G in Idaho on Dec 19, 2004 20:21:37 GMT -5
Well, I asked some people from church to help me. I asked early in the week, telling them I was hoping to buy hay on the weekend. They said they'd help, but they didn't call back, or show up, and when I called, they weren't home. When they asked me how I was doing today at church, I let them know how upset I was that they didn't help when they said they would. The response I got was that they would help me next time...
The problem with asking for help is that you have to wait for someone else's schedule, and I guess I'm just not that patient. When my brother-in-law left with all that hay still on the truck and in the trailer, he said he'd be able to come back and help unload it... maybe Monday or Tuesday. I told him (as clouds loomed overhead and threatened to rain) that it would be done before then. I said it would be done that night. I mean, how was I going to go to church with a full load of hay in the borrowed horse trailer that was hitched to the van? I couldn't take the truck, even if it wasn't full of hay. I don't have enough seating in there to take the whole family. Ugh! So, that's why I unloaded it by myself.
I wouldn't have even tried to make it to church today, except that I was playing my viola for the Christmas program, and I really couldn't get out of it. I was so tired that I wished Sunday was several more days away. But, it went well, and it's all over with now. I did just fine on my viola... a few small mistakes, but I don't think anyone noticed.
I think seeing a massage therapist wouldn't hurt now. My shoulders and neck are so tight.
I saw Hope today. She seems to be perking up. They are feeding her the grass hay, and she seems to be eating some of it. She has no interest in grain yet, though. She's pretty lively... mooing at me loudly as soon as she heard my voice, and mooing impatiently at me as I left (WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME HERE?!?... I think that's what she said.) I think she may be coming home tomorrow evening after her evening meds, but I'll know for sure tomorrow.
There's a tiny little pygmy goat doe in the pen next to her. The poor little thing had to have a cesarean, and both her babies died. They worked on the kids right away, and left the placenta inside her, then tried to get her to birth it after she had been sewn back up. Not all of it came out, and they had to go back in and do a D&C. I saw her tonight, and the poor little darling was shivering with cold and probably adrenaline. Her bag is totally full, and no babies to empty it. I feel sorry for her. I do hope that little one recovers quickly, too.
~Laura
The problem with asking for help is that you have to wait for someone else's schedule, and I guess I'm just not that patient. When my brother-in-law left with all that hay still on the truck and in the trailer, he said he'd be able to come back and help unload it... maybe Monday or Tuesday. I told him (as clouds loomed overhead and threatened to rain) that it would be done before then. I said it would be done that night. I mean, how was I going to go to church with a full load of hay in the borrowed horse trailer that was hitched to the van? I couldn't take the truck, even if it wasn't full of hay. I don't have enough seating in there to take the whole family. Ugh! So, that's why I unloaded it by myself.
I wouldn't have even tried to make it to church today, except that I was playing my viola for the Christmas program, and I really couldn't get out of it. I was so tired that I wished Sunday was several more days away. But, it went well, and it's all over with now. I did just fine on my viola... a few small mistakes, but I don't think anyone noticed.
I think seeing a massage therapist wouldn't hurt now. My shoulders and neck are so tight.
I saw Hope today. She seems to be perking up. They are feeding her the grass hay, and she seems to be eating some of it. She has no interest in grain yet, though. She's pretty lively... mooing at me loudly as soon as she heard my voice, and mooing impatiently at me as I left (WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME HERE?!?... I think that's what she said.) I think she may be coming home tomorrow evening after her evening meds, but I'll know for sure tomorrow.
There's a tiny little pygmy goat doe in the pen next to her. The poor little thing had to have a cesarean, and both her babies died. They worked on the kids right away, and left the placenta inside her, then tried to get her to birth it after she had been sewn back up. Not all of it came out, and they had to go back in and do a D&C. I saw her tonight, and the poor little darling was shivering with cold and probably adrenaline. Her bag is totally full, and no babies to empty it. I feel sorry for her. I do hope that little one recovers quickly, too.
~Laura