The worst part about working on a truck farm was picking the jalapenos. Every tiny papercut, every hangnail, every little scrape burned like the dickens. And for godsakes, don't rub your eyes!
Yeah, I've had a lot of different jobs throughout my lengthy employment history. Picking vegetables, mucking stalls, executive secretary to the president of a multi-state private school corporation. I'm a jack of all trades. LOL
Gimpy buck seems to be like 95% now. I think the problem was he had an abscess on his leg which was making it all swollen and gross and hurty, but then it burst, so now he's on the mend. Lucky buck.
Yeah, I watch a lot of vet shows. I love Dr. Pol. He's my kind of guy.
If a veterinarian can diagnose and treat a wide variety of species for a wide variety of ailments, why can't doctors treat one species for a variety of ailments? Jus' sayin'.
The other day I gazed at the weather forecast and noted that Wednesday was supposed to be craptastic. I had a doctor's appt on Wednesday. (Okay, it's really a nurse's appt. I don't see the doctor very often.) I called to get it moved to later in the week and they told me my appt actually wasn't until next Wednesday. But I'm sitting here staring at the card they wrote out for me that says 2/5/20. (Okay, it really says 2/5/19, but it was written in November, so the year thing was an easy mistake.) Neither of us was sure how that happened, but we did get my appt moved to tomorrow.
I'm doing pretty good at remembering to write 20 in the date instead of 19. I've only screwed up once and then I only got the 1 out before I remembered and changed it to a 2.
And that's all I've got for you today. What have you got for me?