C is still recovering.

He doesnt yowl anymore when I scruff him for his antibiotics. He has learned that if he opens his mouth he gets nasty water squirted in there. I have to pry his teeth open with the syringe tip now. Clever boy.

I finally went to the dr for my aching wrist. I inflamed a tendon in my thumb about three months ago and Ive been hoping it would heal on its own but it didnt. Almost thru w oral prednisone, and i got a shot of cortisone in the problem tendon and a wrist brace. It is v. hard to type in the brace so this post probably “sounds” different. Anyway i have to wear brace til I see dr again on the 10th. Surely I will have relearned how to type by then cause I’m at about 25 wpm right now. :(

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Curtis :)

He had kitty food poisoning – probably from munching on a bone that Cersei was working on. The vet gave me 5 days of Panacur (in case it’s a parasite) and a whole bunch of antibiotics. He was a little dehydrated, so they were going to give him some sub-q fluids – but he sank all his claws to the hilt into the vet tech, so they decided he wasn’t *that* dehydrated and let him go :)

Of course the antibiotics are pills. Fortunately, they’re small so I’m just mixing them with water and syringing them into him. I scruff him, wait for him to open his mouth to yowl, and put a half cc of the worst-tasting water in the world down his throat.

He feels a lot better, but he’s not well yet. He perked up a lot Monday evening, so I was tempted to not give him antibiotics at all. But he’s still licking his butt a lot so I’m going to do the whole round.

Yesterday it got COLD again (from 45 down to 35 during the day) so I didn’t ride. Actually, it was so cold that I stayed at work til 8, then went by and fed as fast as I could. The horses always think they’re starving, and I needed the hours. It’s warming back up today – back in the 40s. I’m not sure what we’re doing at work today, but I’ll probably work late again. Maybe I’ll ride Quinn tomorrow.

Curtis! :(

Last night he was definitely sick. He kept yowling and mrraooowing and then staring at his butt. Then running away from his butt. I felt so bad for him, but it was funny as hell too.

I decided he wasn’t going to die overnight and went to bed.

This morning, I wondered if he had died overnight – he didn’t come out for a good five minutes after the rest of us woke up. Jerome batted at my nose and pulled on my hair til I woke up, then I petted him and Cersei til she woke up. I took Cersei out, worrying about Curtis the whole time, and when I came back in he had emerged, looking like utter hell. He had that sick-cat rumpled fur thing, and his entire butt area was soaked because he’d been licking it all night. And he couldn’t walk more than four steps before he had to sit down and lick his butt again. Poor dude!

But I had to go to class, so I left everybody alone til I got back at 1. I boxed up Curtis, grabbed Cersei, and we headed to the vet. Cersei got to visit while the poor cat was thoroughly examined. He was slightly dehydrated, full of poo bacteria, and feverish. The vet thought he might as well give Curtis some sub-q fluids, until Curtis sank every one of his claws as deep as possible in the vet tech. Then we decided that he wasn’t that dehydrated. I headed home with 5 days of cat-dose Panacur and a whole bunch of cat antibiotics.

We stopped off at the barn. I let Curtis out of the box to roam around the truck while Cersei and I dealt with the horses. It was a fabulous day – 60s and cloudy – so I grabbed Champ and took him and Cersei across the street to the soybean field. We walked over to the field, then trotted and cantered up the length of it. Then we turned around and gaited back a bit, then had a nice hand gallop and a really wonderful collected canter down the field. It was barely a workout for Champ but plenty of exercise for Cersei!

Champ got to hang out near the barn grazing while I set everybody up. Then I let Champ in the paddock and shooed the other horses off the gate so my other three could come in. Poppy charged right past Megan’s hateful herd, but I had to whack Megan’s paint pony with the leadrope to move her out of the way so Quinn could come in. Then I had to yell and run and wave my arms to make Megan’s evil palomino mare stop hassling Silky. Silky kept me in between her and the palomino and walked right up to the gate with me. No ropes – ropes are for people whose horses don’t like them 😛

Other than that, it’s been school work feed animals go to sleep and repeat. Ugh.

Oil change, owie, guns, etc

Monday I changed my oil, by myself, for the first time. Woo! Mostly woo, anyway. I’ve been watching Stephen do it for years and I knew I could, in theory, take care of it. I already had a used oil pan and the socket wrench to take the plug out. My truck needed an oil change, it was a beautiful day, and Stephen was in Mississippi working. So I did it.

I made a mess, but not too bad. Pro tips:
1. Put a lot of old feed sacks under there.
2. Stay under there while it’s draining, because you’ll need to move the pan around a bit.
3. Give the puppy something to play with so she doesn’t run off with your paper towels.
4. Buy the right oil, dammit.

Yep, I grabbed a 5-qt jug of 10W40, which is totally the wrong oil but won’t make my truck explode or anything. If it’s not raining this afternoon, I’m going to re-change it today; if it’s raining, I’ll do it tomorrow.

Yesterday I was outside the law school smoking. I finished up my coffee, took the lid off my travel mug, and poured the dregs over the edge of the railing. And I dropped the lid over the railing. Dammit!

I could walk down a lot of steps and around a bunch of bushes to pick up the lid, or I could walk down a few steps and through some bushes. Of course I chose the lazy route. I headed through the bushes – those gnarly little scrubby cedars – and tripped, and fell, and landed with my right kneecap ON a giant knarly branch. It hurt so bad I wanted to puke. Instead, I picked myself back up, limped over and rescued my coffee cup lid, and went the LONG way back to the door.

It could’ve been worse, of course. I did land squarely on my kneecap, not on those delicate tendons in my knee. It hurts worse today, but not as much worse as I thought. It’s not broken and I’ll live. :)

Way back when I took my carry permit class at Rangemaster, I went ahead and signed up for the handgun level two class. I was supposed to take the second class in December, but that didn’t work out so I rescheduled it for yesterday and today. I am really pleasantly surprised at the quality of the class!

The first hour was classroom stuff. The instructor talked for a bit then showed a video. Yes, you are more important than the guy trying to kill you. Don’t ever go anywhere with that guy, because you’ll just end up dead. Fight dirty. Be aware of your surroundings and think ahead of what you’re going to do if something happens.
This part isn’t so hard for me. I decided a while back that keeping me alive is more important than keeping alive someone who wants to kill me. And the horses have really made being alert my default behavior. Of course, it’s not quite the kind of alert that the gun people want – I’m always in the back of my mind looking around for Horse Eating Monsters. 😛 But it’s a start!

For the last 3 hours, we did range work. They broke down each movement and drilled us on it quite well. How to pull your gun, go to ready, find the trigger point, shoot, reload, etc. I shot REALLY well, actually. Of course, we were at about 3 yards, but I still sent a lot of bullets through the same hole. I saved my target and I might put up a pic of it :) I got to practice clearing my gun quite often because I’m not smacking the magazine in hard enough when I reload, which leads to misfiring, which leads to re-smacking and reracking the gun. I’m getting better!

Horses next.

Silky and Cersei

Gave Cersei her heartworm pill tonight.

Also, Silky’s still not eating very well. It takes her forever to nibble on a single scoop of grain, and she never finishes the whole thing before she quits eating. Bored? Full? Tired? I don’t know, and it worries me. I’m going to call the vet this week and see if she has any advice.