dejavoodoo114
True BYH Addict
I had an interesting night and felt like sharing. I often have problems figuring out where I am going here in TN because of the lack of road signs, roads that don't look like roads, no reception, people who use landmarks that haven't been there for decades (no joke!) etc...
Last night I received a call at 11 pm saying a doe was having complications in delivery. (Late night calls about goats are not unusual) So I start gathering my delivery kit together. Then I get a call back saying no, its a doe that kidded last week but she is down, head was twisted back, doesn't want to stand. OK then, different kit...
Then come the directions! I have been to their barn but only from their house a on gator, which is the only way to travel those back roads. Last night I had to get to it from the main road with my minivan. "Take a right where that house burned down 3 years ago." (What house???
) "Then take the first left, oh yeah, its a dirt road." (there is no way out here to tell the difference between a dirt road and a dirt driveway...
) "Drive between the house and the shop."
(What house and what shop? Oh, the nonexistent road in between... Of course, that makes perfect sense.) "And you will recognize our barn." (at 2330 when I'm rock climbing/mudding with my minivan when I have only been there once and wasn't exactly sight seeing????) "Oh yeah, we don't have reception out there." (well, how convenient since I never do either! In other words, DON'T get LOST! Easier said then done.
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Ah well. Poor doe has mastitis and at least they know what is wrong and I brought everything they needed to treat her except Today. I was home by 0130 and, for no more than 2 seconds, thought "I am crazy". Then I remembered, I love this! This is why I am going to vet school! Now I just have to hope I don't need any of the stuff that I left with them.
Last night I received a call at 11 pm saying a doe was having complications in delivery. (Late night calls about goats are not unusual) So I start gathering my delivery kit together. Then I get a call back saying no, its a doe that kidded last week but she is down, head was twisted back, doesn't want to stand. OK then, different kit...
Then come the directions! I have been to their barn but only from their house a on gator, which is the only way to travel those back roads. Last night I had to get to it from the main road with my minivan. "Take a right where that house burned down 3 years ago." (What house???




Ah well. Poor doe has mastitis and at least they know what is wrong and I brought everything they needed to treat her except Today. I was home by 0130 and, for no more than 2 seconds, thought "I am crazy". Then I remembered, I love this! This is why I am going to vet school! Now I just have to hope I don't need any of the stuff that I left with them.
