After the urging of several colleagues, I finally decided to take a blood test that can supposedly determine not only food allergies, but food intolerances. The test determines the number of antibodies produced by the immune system when exposed to a food, along with the number that were already present in the blood, to determine sensitivity to the 98 most common foods that cause allergies. Since food allergies are normally pretty apparent, you know, the whole throat closing, hives thing, I wasn't so interested in that. But, the intolerance thing, very interested! It'd definitely be nice to have some sort of obvious medical proof that cutting diary out of my diet really made me feel better, and I was hoping that it'd help clear up the fogginess surrounding gluten, and the pain that seems to get worse only sometimes when I consume wheat.
After waiting for the results for 10 days, I can safely say that I do have a diary intolerance, therefore cutting it out of my diet a couple of years ago was indeed a good thing and has now been medically proven to provide me with relief. I'm also happy to say that gluten-free has become a thing of the past for me, but that I'm still going to limit that amount that I consume. I'm now convinced that I ate WAY too much of it, as most American's probably do. Here comes the surprising part, something that's found even more commonly in all pre-packaged foods than wheat, is apparently a huge contributor to my pain (and suffering, if you will.) Ready for this? I reacted the most (had a moderate antibody response) to...sugar cane! What? I didn't even know that was possible!
The top 10 things that I reacted to the most severely were:
1: Sugar Cane
2: Chicken Egg Yolk
3: Cranberries
4: Chicken Egg White
5: Milk (I reacted quite a bit to the whole dairy section in general)
6: Sesame
7: Oyster
8: Tomato
9: Garlic
10: Pecans
The top 5 things are the ones I'll focus on for now and I'll just be aware of the others. I'm gonna have to talk to a dietitian or a nutritionist about this one. I figured out how to do the no dairy and the no gluten thing, but I don't even know where to begin on the sugar cane thing! My mom suggested sugar from sugar beets, but I dunno if that'll be any better. I bought some today and apparently some people tolerate it better that cane sugar and others react to it in the same manner. Crazy! I guess that explains why I thought that gluten might be the problem. There's tons of sugar in breads and such! It's what the yeast feeds off of. Oh yeah, and I guess anything and everything that comes in a box or a bag is pretty much out for now. Sugar is added to absolutely everything! It's the freaking second ingredient most of the time!
Eggs and cranberries are gonna have to become history too, I guess. Crazy. I've been popping craisins like crazy! Who knew they were making it worse? They even have added sugar. Double bad!
Well, that's all for now. I'm still kind of in shock, yet hopeful that this might provide me with some more relief. I'm trying to stay positive anyway. If anyone has any dietary knowledge, suggestions, or advice, feel free to share. I'll take whatever I can get!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
New Shoes!
Yesterday was a pretty exciting day overall. I got a new, custom made, pair of orthotics, of course had to buy new shoes to wear them in, learned about some new food allergies, dyed an old and dingy purse a new color (bright red), and found out that my bridesmaid dress is in so I can pick it up tomorrow. For now, I'll only focus on the first two things.
My new orthotics are carbon fiber, which means they were expensive, and were made from a mold of my very own two feet. They're pretty sweet! They're flexible in the arch, so they give a little bit to help shock absorb, but not so rigid that they let my arches collapse. The heels are built up a bit and flat across the bottom so that my heels can't roll around while I'm walking, which, I suppose, helps both the knees and the feet. And they're padded with this cushiony material to make them less harsh on the tootsies. Oh yeah, and they have metatarsal pads to help spread my toes when I walk. I guess that probably helps with balance, weight distribution, and probably fixes the funky way that I get from here to there.
When I picked them up yesterday, the guy told me that I should break them in by adding an hour to the time that I wear them each day. I started out with an hour yesterday, so today should have been two hours, however, I forgot to take them out of my shoes this morning, so I wore them all day. I dunno if that's a bad thing to do, but I must say that my knees don't feel too bad. Maybe they're gonna help. That'd be nice!
I should probably go into the business of making and fitting orthotics, prostheses, and braces. Sure seems to me like there's a LOT of money to be made in the field. I know someone has taken a few very nice vacations thanks to my contribution to the cause over the last 10 years or so!
So yeah, that is actually how high my arches are. It doesn't seem that bad until you see them up against each other like that! I could probably stick a highlighter through the gap. The crazy thing is that my arches actually flattened out quite a bit after my surgeries in 2003. My feet grew a half-size after that. They must have been insanely high...anyway...
I was SO excited to finally be able to buy a regular pair of shoes. It took me forever and ever to choose which ones I was going to buy. I spent about an hour in each of two shoe stores before finally deciding. I didn't even know what size to get. Tens. That's what I need. Just so you know. Anyway, about 45 minutes into my visit to the second shoe store, which happens to be an outlet store, the lady working there finally talks to me and asks me if I'm finding everything alright. She looked at me like I was crazy until I explained my situation to her. I told her that I hadn't been able to buy shoes that weren't z-coil in like 5 years or more and that I had to be sure that I chose the right pair. I felt like I was under a lot of pressure! When I was paying for them, she assured me that I made an excellent choice. I think that I did. They're super sweet and super comfy. I mean, what more can you really ask for in a shoe? Besides maybe a bottle opener... As those are sandals, that's a whole 'nother story.
My new orthotics are carbon fiber, which means they were expensive, and were made from a mold of my very own two feet. They're pretty sweet! They're flexible in the arch, so they give a little bit to help shock absorb, but not so rigid that they let my arches collapse. The heels are built up a bit and flat across the bottom so that my heels can't roll around while I'm walking, which, I suppose, helps both the knees and the feet. And they're padded with this cushiony material to make them less harsh on the tootsies. Oh yeah, and they have metatarsal pads to help spread my toes when I walk. I guess that probably helps with balance, weight distribution, and probably fixes the funky way that I get from here to there.
When I picked them up yesterday, the guy told me that I should break them in by adding an hour to the time that I wear them each day. I started out with an hour yesterday, so today should have been two hours, however, I forgot to take them out of my shoes this morning, so I wore them all day. I dunno if that's a bad thing to do, but I must say that my knees don't feel too bad. Maybe they're gonna help. That'd be nice!I should probably go into the business of making and fitting orthotics, prostheses, and braces. Sure seems to me like there's a LOT of money to be made in the field. I know someone has taken a few very nice vacations thanks to my contribution to the cause over the last 10 years or so!
So yeah, that is actually how high my arches are. It doesn't seem that bad until you see them up against each other like that! I could probably stick a highlighter through the gap. The crazy thing is that my arches actually flattened out quite a bit after my surgeries in 2003. My feet grew a half-size after that. They must have been insanely high...anyway...
Oh yeah, and here's a pic of the new shoes! Since the lighting is less-than ideal, I'll tell you that they're chocolate with light blue and some tanish-gold. Very classy!
I was SO excited to finally be able to buy a regular pair of shoes. It took me forever and ever to choose which ones I was going to buy. I spent about an hour in each of two shoe stores before finally deciding. I didn't even know what size to get. Tens. That's what I need. Just so you know. Anyway, about 45 minutes into my visit to the second shoe store, which happens to be an outlet store, the lady working there finally talks to me and asks me if I'm finding everything alright. She looked at me like I was crazy until I explained my situation to her. I told her that I hadn't been able to buy shoes that weren't z-coil in like 5 years or more and that I had to be sure that I chose the right pair. I felt like I was under a lot of pressure! When I was paying for them, she assured me that I made an excellent choice. I think that I did. They're super sweet and super comfy. I mean, what more can you really ask for in a shoe? Besides maybe a bottle opener... As those are sandals, that's a whole 'nother story.
H2O Dogs
While Kona appears to be happily suited up and ready to run some class IV rapids, let me assure you that she's not. Sadly, our river dog is not yet living up to our hopes that she would love the water. However, I'm happy to say that we're working on it and we'll make it happen. At some point, she'll just have to learn. I mean, we bought her a doggy pfd, at least she'll float. She was definitely adopted into the wrong family if she doesn't develop a genuine love of rafting.
As for Hyside, he's showing more potential as far as becoming our raft dog. He still swims in their giant water bowls and loves the river. I guess we'll see if he's still into water once he's out in the middle of it. Can't wait! I guess we'll wait to buy him a pfd until later in the year since he's definitely gonna need one bigger than Kona's. Oh yeah, and don't be fooled by his the innocent look that he has on his face in the photo below...
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Dummies and Pets
While working at the front desk in a veterinary hospital, I have dealt with some of the nicest people ever, as well as some of the nastiest ones, but mostly, I remember the dumbest ones. Sorry, but out of all the people I interact with each day, the dummies just stick out in my mind. While I don't always get the opportunity to meet the dummies face-to-face, as I'm speaking with them on the phone, I get to imagine what they might look like, and hope that they don't ever get the chance to reproduce! It's bad enough that they're allowed to own animals...
Caller: "We just had a little incident at our house. Um...my kids' bunny accidentally got out and ate some rat poison. I dunno how much he ate, but he'll be okay, right? I mean, he probably only ate like 1 little pellet. Four at the most, because he was only out for a second."
Me: "Mam, rat poison is very potent, so that even a tiny amount can cause a lot of damage to an animal. If I were you, I'd get him to a vet right away."
Caller: "But he only ate 1 pellet, I mean, he'll be fine, right? I live like an hour away and don't want to bring him in if I don't have to. I mean, he only ate like 1 pellet."
Me: "If it were my pet, I'd bring him in."
Caller: "But he only ate like 1 pellet. Maybe he didn't even eat any. He'll be fine, right? I live a long ways out of town."
Caller: "blah blah blah."
Me: "blah blah blah."
She never brought him in.
Caller: "Hi. I think I need to bring my dog in. I think he has something stuck in his throat. He's been coughing and hacking for like a week now."
Me: *thinking: "A week, what kind of a moron are you?"*
Me: "Sounds like you better bring your dog in. He's probably pretty uncomfortable."
Caller: "How late are you guys open?"
Me: "We're open from 7:30 am to 6 pm M-F and from 8-3 on Saturdays."
Caller: "Okay, I'll see if I can bring him in after I get off work tonight."
After letting him choke for a week, I guess another 12 hours isn't going to hurt anything.
Caller: *In a complete panic* "My puppy's tooth accidentally bit my aunt's arm and she went to the hospital and they called animal control and they took my dog and locked him up. Can one of your vets go to the shelter and draw blood for a test to prove that he doesn't have rabies so I can get him out? He's just a puppy. He doesn't have rabies. I mean, this is ridiculous. What a joke. There's a blood test they can do. There has to be."
Me: "So your puppy hasn't been vaccinated against rabies yet?"
Caller: "No, last time I was in they told me he couldn't get a rabies shot until the middle of July."
Me: "How old is your puppy?"
Caller: "Not even 4 months."
Me: "Well then he is too young for a rabies shot, which is why it wasn't given to him at his last visit. It's policy that animals who are not vaccinated and bite humans be held in isolation for 10 days. I'm sorry, but there's not a blood test that you can do. He's a puppy, and I'm sure that he doesn't have rabies, so you'll be able to get him back in 10 days."
Caller: "But there has to be a blood test you can do! You told me that he couldn't get his rabies shot until the middle of July. I mean, what am I supposed to do? I would have gotten it done if I thought this would happen. You told me he had to wait until the middle of July!"
Me: "I'm very sorry, and I know that this must be very hard on both of you, but it's policy that animals who bite be held for 10 days."
Caller: "So what am I supposed to do, just wait the 10 days? He's just a puppy! It's not my fault he doesn't have his shots! The policy doesn't have an exception for this? I can't believe they don't have an exception for this. That needs to be changed. This is ridiculous!"
Me: "I'm sorry, mam, but there's nothing you can do until the 10 day isolation period is up. You'll be responsible for the cost of keeping your pet in isolation, he'll be released to you and then you can either have him vaccinated before he leaves the shelter or bring him here to have him vaccinated."
Caller: "So there's nothing I can do?"
Me: "No, sorry. It's standard protocol for the United States. You'll just have to wait the 10 days."
Caller: "Fine. I'll call someone else!" Hangs up.
Come to find out, her dog was recently referred to a behaviorist by one of the vets at the clinic for extreme aggression toward humans. He's not even 4 months old yet and already biting people...it's almost as if the vet was trying to prevent something like this from happening...hmmm...
Client: "You need to do something with my dog."
Me: Freaking out when I see the dog and she's practically a corpse, hanging loose in the owner's arms. "What's going on with your dog?"
Client: "She hasn't been eating and has been throwing up for like a week."
Me: "Has she had any diarrhea?"
Client: "Yeah."
Me: "Has it been bloody?"
Client: "Yeah, it's been pure blood for like 3 days."
Parvo. Why did it take so long for this to throw up a red flag? Hello!
My favorite question of all, that I hear all the time is, "Can I make an appointment to get my cat/dog 'spayded?'" The kicker is when they add that HE is 5 months old. Maybe this stuff isn't common knowledge, but I still find it pretty entertaining and sometimes, even mildly annoying.
If you didn't get the last one, that's okay. If you did, good for you!
Caller: "We just had a little incident at our house. Um...my kids' bunny accidentally got out and ate some rat poison. I dunno how much he ate, but he'll be okay, right? I mean, he probably only ate like 1 little pellet. Four at the most, because he was only out for a second."
Me: "Mam, rat poison is very potent, so that even a tiny amount can cause a lot of damage to an animal. If I were you, I'd get him to a vet right away."
Caller: "But he only ate 1 pellet, I mean, he'll be fine, right? I live like an hour away and don't want to bring him in if I don't have to. I mean, he only ate like 1 pellet."
Me: "If it were my pet, I'd bring him in."
Caller: "But he only ate like 1 pellet. Maybe he didn't even eat any. He'll be fine, right? I live a long ways out of town."
Caller: "blah blah blah."
Me: "blah blah blah."
She never brought him in.
Caller: "Hi. I think I need to bring my dog in. I think he has something stuck in his throat. He's been coughing and hacking for like a week now."
Me: *thinking: "A week, what kind of a moron are you?"*
Me: "Sounds like you better bring your dog in. He's probably pretty uncomfortable."
Caller: "How late are you guys open?"
Me: "We're open from 7:30 am to 6 pm M-F and from 8-3 on Saturdays."
Caller: "Okay, I'll see if I can bring him in after I get off work tonight."
After letting him choke for a week, I guess another 12 hours isn't going to hurt anything.
Caller: *In a complete panic* "My puppy's tooth accidentally bit my aunt's arm and she went to the hospital and they called animal control and they took my dog and locked him up. Can one of your vets go to the shelter and draw blood for a test to prove that he doesn't have rabies so I can get him out? He's just a puppy. He doesn't have rabies. I mean, this is ridiculous. What a joke. There's a blood test they can do. There has to be."
Me: "So your puppy hasn't been vaccinated against rabies yet?"
Caller: "No, last time I was in they told me he couldn't get a rabies shot until the middle of July."
Me: "How old is your puppy?"
Caller: "Not even 4 months."
Me: "Well then he is too young for a rabies shot, which is why it wasn't given to him at his last visit. It's policy that animals who are not vaccinated and bite humans be held in isolation for 10 days. I'm sorry, but there's not a blood test that you can do. He's a puppy, and I'm sure that he doesn't have rabies, so you'll be able to get him back in 10 days."
Caller: "But there has to be a blood test you can do! You told me that he couldn't get his rabies shot until the middle of July. I mean, what am I supposed to do? I would have gotten it done if I thought this would happen. You told me he had to wait until the middle of July!"
Me: "I'm very sorry, and I know that this must be very hard on both of you, but it's policy that animals who bite be held for 10 days."
Caller: "So what am I supposed to do, just wait the 10 days? He's just a puppy! It's not my fault he doesn't have his shots! The policy doesn't have an exception for this? I can't believe they don't have an exception for this. That needs to be changed. This is ridiculous!"
Me: "I'm sorry, mam, but there's nothing you can do until the 10 day isolation period is up. You'll be responsible for the cost of keeping your pet in isolation, he'll be released to you and then you can either have him vaccinated before he leaves the shelter or bring him here to have him vaccinated."
Caller: "So there's nothing I can do?"
Me: "No, sorry. It's standard protocol for the United States. You'll just have to wait the 10 days."
Caller: "Fine. I'll call someone else!" Hangs up.
Come to find out, her dog was recently referred to a behaviorist by one of the vets at the clinic for extreme aggression toward humans. He's not even 4 months old yet and already biting people...it's almost as if the vet was trying to prevent something like this from happening...hmmm...
Client: "You need to do something with my dog."
Me: Freaking out when I see the dog and she's practically a corpse, hanging loose in the owner's arms. "What's going on with your dog?"
Client: "She hasn't been eating and has been throwing up for like a week."
Me: "Has she had any diarrhea?"
Client: "Yeah."
Me: "Has it been bloody?"
Client: "Yeah, it's been pure blood for like 3 days."
Parvo. Why did it take so long for this to throw up a red flag? Hello!
My favorite question of all, that I hear all the time is, "Can I make an appointment to get my cat/dog 'spayded?'" The kicker is when they add that HE is 5 months old. Maybe this stuff isn't common knowledge, but I still find it pretty entertaining and sometimes, even mildly annoying.
If you didn't get the last one, that's okay. If you did, good for you!
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Exhaustimapated!
I just realized that I haven't posted in quite some time, so I thought I'd put up a quick post before bed. I cannot wait for bed tonight! I am completely exhausted. Getting up before 6 am seven days a week wears on these old bones, I guess! Well, maybe they're not old bones yet, but they sure feel like it sometimes! I bet my dad never ever thought I'd be rolling out of bed as early as he does every morning! Oh how things change...
Speaking of...once again, my position at the vet clinic has changed. I'm now working up front, as a secretary (I guess) until further notice. I simply can't do the standing thing anymore. It's not worth it. Plain and simple. In an ideal world, it's not what I'd choose to do, I'd much rather be working in the back, amidst the chaos, but it'll do for now. It's such a relief to get a chance to be off my feet during the day! It really makes a huge difference in my mood, which I can only assume means that I'm in less pain, so that's a definite plus. Oh yeah, and I get to dress up a little bit. Don't get me wrong, I was built for comfort and love the scrubs, but it's nice to feel pretty sometimes. Plus, I have an entire closet full of clothes that I haven't been able to wear until now.
I'm working about 25 hours a week or so at the vet clinic and then rafting the rest of the time, so I guess I really can't complain about much. All that I can say is that I took 6 half-day trips this weekend, and I'm exhausted. It's quite obvious that I'm not in rafting shape yet, as my wimpy little muscles are whining for a day off! I'll get there though. These things take time, and I can already feel myself getting stronger. Getting paid to raft and getting a workout while working...a very good deal! Love it! I'm even getting to be trip leader now, meaning that I get paid a little bit more and that I'm in charge of making sure that things go as smoothly as possible and such. It's pretty neat that the boss man trusts me to do that. I mean, I did just start working for him. I've probably only taken a dozen or so trips with the company. Sweet! Anyway, between my two half-jobs, I actually have a full-time income for the first time in quite a while! Yay! Oh yeah, and I got a $100 tip yesterday from a guy that I swam! I think that might be a personal best for me. Pretty darn good considering that I do mostly half-day trips!
In other news, the littlest mutt is growing like a weed and soon, I'm sure, the title "littlest mutt" will not be anywhere near accurate! He's losing all of his puppy teeth and, if I had to guess, gaining 2-3 pounds a week. He's gonna be a handsome dog for sure. He and the Koners still spend every waking moment harassing each other and have recently discovered a new hobby...chasing moths at night. They absolutely love it. I dunno how often they actually catch them, but it's pretty funny to watch. Oh yeah, they cornered a pack rat on the back porch a few days ago too. We're definitely all gonna get the plague now...que triste!
There's more to tell, but I'm gonna hit the hay. I'm hoping for a really great night's sleep. The storm that chased us down the river all day, just got here, so we'll see. Hopefully the house doesn't blow down! Nite!
Speaking of...once again, my position at the vet clinic has changed. I'm now working up front, as a secretary (I guess) until further notice. I simply can't do the standing thing anymore. It's not worth it. Plain and simple. In an ideal world, it's not what I'd choose to do, I'd much rather be working in the back, amidst the chaos, but it'll do for now. It's such a relief to get a chance to be off my feet during the day! It really makes a huge difference in my mood, which I can only assume means that I'm in less pain, so that's a definite plus. Oh yeah, and I get to dress up a little bit. Don't get me wrong, I was built for comfort and love the scrubs, but it's nice to feel pretty sometimes. Plus, I have an entire closet full of clothes that I haven't been able to wear until now.
I'm working about 25 hours a week or so at the vet clinic and then rafting the rest of the time, so I guess I really can't complain about much. All that I can say is that I took 6 half-day trips this weekend, and I'm exhausted. It's quite obvious that I'm not in rafting shape yet, as my wimpy little muscles are whining for a day off! I'll get there though. These things take time, and I can already feel myself getting stronger. Getting paid to raft and getting a workout while working...a very good deal! Love it! I'm even getting to be trip leader now, meaning that I get paid a little bit more and that I'm in charge of making sure that things go as smoothly as possible and such. It's pretty neat that the boss man trusts me to do that. I mean, I did just start working for him. I've probably only taken a dozen or so trips with the company. Sweet! Anyway, between my two half-jobs, I actually have a full-time income for the first time in quite a while! Yay! Oh yeah, and I got a $100 tip yesterday from a guy that I swam! I think that might be a personal best for me. Pretty darn good considering that I do mostly half-day trips!
In other news, the littlest mutt is growing like a weed and soon, I'm sure, the title "littlest mutt" will not be anywhere near accurate! He's losing all of his puppy teeth and, if I had to guess, gaining 2-3 pounds a week. He's gonna be a handsome dog for sure. He and the Koners still spend every waking moment harassing each other and have recently discovered a new hobby...chasing moths at night. They absolutely love it. I dunno how often they actually catch them, but it's pretty funny to watch. Oh yeah, they cornered a pack rat on the back porch a few days ago too. We're definitely all gonna get the plague now...que triste!
There's more to tell, but I'm gonna hit the hay. I'm hoping for a really great night's sleep. The storm that chased us down the river all day, just got here, so we'll see. Hopefully the house doesn't blow down! Nite!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Let the Summer Begin!
It's hot here. Must be about summertime! Bring on the tan! Kati's probably not gonna appreciate the life jacket tan lines that I have by September...I'll try my hardest to even them out, but the sun is pretty intense here, dunno if I'll be able to do it. Anyway...
Dillon was here for 10 days! But sadly, now he's gone. I definitely had a blast hanging out with him, though. We did a lot of rafting, even some swimming, played many a game of cribbage, (most of which I won!), watched a couple of seasons of Friends, and ate sushi. We must have had at least another million things planned, but not enough time to fit them all in. Hopefully he had a good time. I don't think that he liked getting up as early as the dogs do, but he seemed to suffer through it alright. He's certainly a lot taller than I remember him being...and probably a lot cooler too. Not that he wasn't cool before, but he's really growing into a wonderful young man. We can converse on a more adult level and it's fun to hear his take on things. Tons of fun, indeed! Too bad the time went by so fast. Perhaps he'll have to come live with us for a summer sometime. Haha...like Mom would go for that!
As for the mutts, they're trouble. But the best kind of trouble I think! Hyside finally started losing some of his teeth, which allows us to better predict his adult size. I'd say between 60 and 70 pounds. I'm afraid it'll probably be closer to 70 when all is said and done. He's gonna be handsome and huge! He's a good little fella, though. He finally has all of his shots so he can go to the dog park with Koners. He handles himself pretty well around other dogs, which is a big relief! Oh yeah, and Dillon taught him a few tricks while he was here, so that's neat! Both of the mutts are starting puppy school this coming Monday, so that should help solidify what they already know and improve their manners quite a bit. I'm excited! Hopefully they will be too.
Me? I should be looking for jobs, but I'm not. I'm still disappointed about the one I just missed out on and optimistic about my re-application in a couple of months. I guess I better not put all of my eggs in one basket though. I'll get on that... Since my body's been killing me lately, I've been promoted to secretary, phone room secretary to be exact, until further notice. I guess that's ok. It's not really what I want to be doing, but I need to work, I like it at the vet clinic, and I'll get to sit down. I dropped that awful Friday night shift and now will be up front Monday thru Thursday mornings. Then next month, I'll cut it down to Monday thru Wednesday mornings so that I can raft more. I know, I'm a slacker. But hey, rafting doesn't hurt my feet or knees, is tons and tons of fun, is outside, pays well, and includes the potential for tips. Not much wrong with that now is there? Hopefully that'll be able to supplement my income and assure the retention of my sanity through the summer. I sure love rafting!
Dillon was here for 10 days! But sadly, now he's gone. I definitely had a blast hanging out with him, though. We did a lot of rafting, even some swimming, played many a game of cribbage, (most of which I won!), watched a couple of seasons of Friends, and ate sushi. We must have had at least another million things planned, but not enough time to fit them all in. Hopefully he had a good time. I don't think that he liked getting up as early as the dogs do, but he seemed to suffer through it alright. He's certainly a lot taller than I remember him being...and probably a lot cooler too. Not that he wasn't cool before, but he's really growing into a wonderful young man. We can converse on a more adult level and it's fun to hear his take on things. Tons of fun, indeed! Too bad the time went by so fast. Perhaps he'll have to come live with us for a summer sometime. Haha...like Mom would go for that!
As for the mutts, they're trouble. But the best kind of trouble I think! Hyside finally started losing some of his teeth, which allows us to better predict his adult size. I'd say between 60 and 70 pounds. I'm afraid it'll probably be closer to 70 when all is said and done. He's gonna be handsome and huge! He's a good little fella, though. He finally has all of his shots so he can go to the dog park with Koners. He handles himself pretty well around other dogs, which is a big relief! Oh yeah, and Dillon taught him a few tricks while he was here, so that's neat! Both of the mutts are starting puppy school this coming Monday, so that should help solidify what they already know and improve their manners quite a bit. I'm excited! Hopefully they will be too.
Me? I should be looking for jobs, but I'm not. I'm still disappointed about the one I just missed out on and optimistic about my re-application in a couple of months. I guess I better not put all of my eggs in one basket though. I'll get on that... Since my body's been killing me lately, I've been promoted to secretary, phone room secretary to be exact, until further notice. I guess that's ok. It's not really what I want to be doing, but I need to work, I like it at the vet clinic, and I'll get to sit down. I dropped that awful Friday night shift and now will be up front Monday thru Thursday mornings. Then next month, I'll cut it down to Monday thru Wednesday mornings so that I can raft more. I know, I'm a slacker. But hey, rafting doesn't hurt my feet or knees, is tons and tons of fun, is outside, pays well, and includes the potential for tips. Not much wrong with that now is there? Hopefully that'll be able to supplement my income and assure the retention of my sanity through the summer. I sure love rafting!
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