Saturday, July 5, 2008

This post will be long or short. I'm not sure. It depends on how "it" flows today.

On Thursday July 3rd I received a call that my father had been in a horrible car accident and was in critical condition at Mercy Medical. As it turns out he wasn't in critical condition when he arrived, just broken in several places and in need of a really good set of surgeons to put him together again. Then they decided to do an exploratory surgery on his stomach and when they intubated them he aspirated. Badly. That sent him into Critical, might not make it through the night, stage. So, my aunt and uncle and my family hopped in cars are went flying for the hospital 3 hours away. We arrived at midnight and went in to see him. He looked rough. He's in traction from both ends, on a ventilator, and has sever chemical burns on his rear end from sitting in the gas. He's going to have a hell of a shiner too.
So at this point the injuries are;
broken neck at C4
shattered femur at the hip
chemical burns of the backside
kidney shut down

So I guess what I'm telling you; my 4 faithful readers; is I may not be around much.
I will be running over there for every surgery, but much to my aunts disdain I am not dropping everything and moving there to be with my drug induced coma father. I think she final got it last night. If I kill myself now trying to run back and forth all the time I won't be able to be here when he needs us the most, when he's awake and "up".
As it is we pulled an all nighter to drive there, to see him, and drive back. I spent all day yesterday getting my dads truck out of impound.

On man I forgot to publish this and today was a real ring dinger.

I don't have the energy to update about it.

I'll be back Monday. Maybe.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

I received "the call" today. This is the much anticipated call that I had decided I wasn't going to get.
No not the call that says HEY your goats are sold.
But the call that says your business just doubled.

I'm meeting with him next week.

Right now I'm really thankful I have friends that will come help at the drop of a hat. A family who's really supportive. A clients who totally rock.

This batch includes another large herd. 600+ in Ferndale. That will make my help happy. Though I'm sure she's thinking... crap more cows. Or possibly crap, more cow crap.

That last herd was just too dirty. I was not happy about that. I don't mind cows really. Cow crap doesn't matter to me much. I usually do not get that dirty in a pit barn. Flat barns, yes, because, well, cow crap splatters and when it falls from 4' it tends to really splatter, like all over my legs. This last barn the cows would crap and it would splash into the pit, which is at my torso level. I got shit on my face. That is not acceptable. Wonder if they would notice if I wore a full face mask. :-)

I have to purchase a gift (?) for someone as a thank you. This is my reminder. They may get it for Hanukkah. I'm really slow like that.