Good morning all,
Well, what a week I've had. I do thank you all for your input and adoptedbyachicken.... I would like to get help on getting my other one open up again. Thank you.
Ok, so thursday I had to bring my mom to the ER...she had a pain in her back/shoulder and was naseated. I told her that's how my heart attack started and brought her right in. I am so upset with the local health care system right now. They gave her a sling th at was TOO big and a muscle relaxer (sound like mine doesn't it?) and sent her home. They told her to take regular tylonal... it is NOT helping. On friday she drove herself to her regular dr. and they just told her too keep doing what she's doing. My mom is miserable and she does not complain and she doesn't make a big deal but then soon as the dr. steps out she tells me not to talk, she can't think, she's got tears in her eyes.... So I march right out and say, my mom is in excruciating pain and needs something right now. Next time, which may be tomorrow my mom has agreed to go back tomorrow if it's not better because she said she doesn't want to be a "complainer", I am laying on the floor and throwing a hissy fit and having them do an EKG AND give her a shot in that muscle in her back if it's not her heart. I am livid. I have been taking care of her since and cooking her meals and cleaning and am going over there after this to do her laundry. I've had her little dog too so she won't have to walk her.
On friday I put my old doggy down, Hailey. She was a big dog and had dropped 20 lbs, couldn't hardley get around anymore, I had to carry her back end and direct her front end to make it out the door for poddy breaks, she had diarhea, and the spark had left from her eyes. She was 15 years old and gave me 15 years of loyal faithful loving companionship. The vet came to my home so I didn't have to stress her out any and that way we could all say our goodbyes....including her buddy, Poncho who is about 9 years old and looks like he could have come from the same litter in sorts.... both black/tan shepard mixes, though he's def. mix with chow with his tail and purple spotted tongue and also mom's shi-poo dog, Sophie got to say good bye. My girls and the dogs went outside and played while the vet was there. I had a friend dig a hole the day before and he was out with the girls until I called them in to say goodbye and to say a prayer once more and lay her to rest. On sat. I went to the nursery and picked out a blue hydrangea bush that I want to get soon as I get some money to mark Hailey's grave. I love blue and it will get 5 feet by 5 feet aprox.
Later sat. I invited a friend and her twins to the park----me and Hailey's fav. park to have a picnic and go for a hike with our kids and dogs. It was a nice 3 hours of fun and I got to share some funny stories of my doggy. Then we took the little girl home with us for a sleep over and the little boy went home with his mom to have time together. First we stopped at grandma's to make her dinner. I have the tent up in the living room and they watched a movie from the tent and they were sooooo tired from our day at the park. I was sad about Hailey but it felt good to have 3 happy girls around me.
On thurs. night the school had some events we attended--they didn't have school on friday. We went to Mc'd's to be served by my dd's 1st grade teacher for a fundraising event. Then we went over to the school for the PTO family fun night... free games, prizes, and snacks for 2 hrs before we headed back over to Grandma's to check on her and then headed home to spend the last night with my doggy before the vet would get there the next day at 11am. Hailey still had an appetite and I would feed her wet cat food, milk bones, and steak treats if she would take them. I gave her anything she wanted and she took it in moderation but the last 2 days she didn't eat as much food. I knew her eyes told me she was ready to be let go.
oh yeah.... I can't believe I almost FORGOT to tell you all this one.... so on thurs. I decide to pick up my dd so I could get a peek at the baby chicks.... (chickens----her friend's 1st grade class is doing the ducks that we are adopting but Zoe's class did chickens).... so one has a curled toe and all thanks to BYC i remember reading about a chicken boot so while I am there I find some cardboard and duct tape and make it a boot. But then there is another one that is in BAD shape...so I find out the school ordered the eggs from Mcmurray and come to find out several classes have crippled chicks and far from what this town used to be like when I was a kid.... these teachers are not farm people and are not really affiliated with farm people!! I know crazy, right? So I ask the young teacher if she would like me to take that "special" chick and "take care of it?" And she was sooo relieved but I was thinking....there's a long weekend...what's it gonna do? Stay in that tiny box seperated from the rest who peck it if it's in with them and die because how will it get food and water? and what an aweful way to die.... so I took it home. The girls ran out to play on the swingset and I locked myself in the bathroom and thought, I'll break it's neck...put it back in the box...and be like, "oh no, the chick died. Let's go bury it..."
It was not that easy. I thought I was supposed to twist the neck so I did. It poo'd on me and I heard the vertabrae snap but it was gasping for air and not dying straight away. Then I heard the girls at the back door so I twisted it's wobbly neck like 3 times and it still wasn't dead. I was panicing and NOW the paper thin skin of this chick was coming undone at it's neck and now I had blood on my hands. I was mortified!!! I held it's trachea as it gasped and then I thought... I have to yank and twist and put this poor baby out of it's misery and one more time and it was gone. Oh my gosh was a horrifying experiance. I called several BYCers to offer me support and was only able to get a hold of one----Ranchie....thank you Ranchie. She was able to offer me some sound advice she got from Opa, should it ever arise again...which I have learned raising chicks...it will... but now I know for sure how to do it. Oh but what a nightmarish event.
I gave the school teacher that all knowing nod later that night when we were all at Mc'd's.... she was relieved it was done and she didn't have to do it. I did not order food that night. <<<g shudders.
ok, gotta get to granny's soon as I check a few things here...like how long will the teacher need to keep that chicken boot on for the curled toe chick and what about splayed legs? There's a chick like that in another class and I'd like to help it if I can.....
Thanks all. I so miss the ease of logging in at home. See ya soon.
love,
gretch
