Double district
As of friday I am now serving two districts as the vet in the district west of here, Kirkjubæjarklaustur, went abroad for the weekend when he heard I was coming... As fate would have it all the cows in his district fell ill just after he left, so I had to make a trip over there on friday to see some cows, a couple with ketosis and one w. mastitis. It was a beautiful day on friday, the sky was clear for the first time since I came here and I stopped for lunch at Skaftafell national park. I just pulled over by this incredibly beautiful glacier, parked with a wiew of the glacier and nearby mountains and felt in awe of their beauty as I munched away. It was late when I got back, the trip was about 500 km. I was so tired I slept for 10 hours. The problem with being a country vet in Iceland is all the driving, I love the work, but the driving is not my thing. I guess I´ll stay in Reykjavík then, if I can get any work there...
The weekend was spent driving from farm to farm, vaccinating lambs for paratuberculosis (also called John´s disease), and deworming the farm dogs, since I was there anyway. Oh, and saturday night after dinner I went to place uterine sponges in some thirty sheep at a local hobby-farmer´s. He had been pestering me since the night I got here, and there was some trouble getting the sponges sent over from the capital, seemed they forgot to put them on the plane thursday when they were supposed to come. Apparantly the trouble is "if you don´t order on time you can´t get semen from the really good rams and have to settle for borrowing some bastard from you neighbor and get crappy lambs in the spring". The purpose of the sponges is to make all the sheep ovulate on the same day, which is very practical if you have a small flock. The bigger ones just put a ram in with the flock and let nature take it´s course...
Tomorrow it´s back to the slaughter house, jibbi jei.
Sunday, November 24, 2002
Thursday, November 21, 2002
Playing vet...
An unexpected turn of events lately. I am now at Höfn in Hornafjörður, in south-east Iceland, serving as district veterinarian. A call came in a few days ago, from the ministry of agriculture. They were in desperate need of a releaf veterinarian here as the one who serves here had to have an operation on his back a couple of days ago. They were apparently desperate enough to be calling studenst such as myself. Since I have completed all of my exam and only have the stupid thesis left, I am almost a vet, and I really couldn´t let this opportunity to do some large animal practice pass me by, so I said yes. I will only be here for just over a week though, I can´t bear to be apart from my family for as long as last time (for the unenlightened I´m referring to my adventure in America for three months earlier this year).
Well, it takes about 6 hours to drive here from Reykjavík, so I set off rather early to try and get most of the way before dark. Darkness is rapidly descending upon us here, daylight hours are from about 10 am to 4:30 pm as I write this and about a month from now the shortest day of the year with no light at all. That´s around christmas and is the biggest reason Icelanders are crazy about christmas lights, they light up the neverending night. I always leave the outside christmas lights up until march when it finally gets noticably lighter (i.e. there is some light when I get up in the morning and some left when most people come home from work).
Anyway, by the time I got here someone had already called requesting the service of the veterinarian in charge, i.e. your´s truly. As it turned out the first job was to give a little poodle bitch her contraceptive shot (the use of wich is still very common in Iceland as it is cheap, but getting rarer because of the potential life-threatening side effects of the drug used). Then, after dinner I was off to see about a cow with ketosis. I had of course consulted with an older collegue, I am on the phone with the guy I´m releaving about every four hours... o.k. every two or so... When I got there the patient, Alma (in Iceland cows have not yet been reduced to mere numbers), was happily munching on her hay, but was not touching her "energy" feed (sorry, I have no idea how to describe this in english). I had of course put on my very professional-looking clinic outfit, complete with a stethoscope around the neck, and looked very much the part if I may say so myself. Pretended to know everything there is to know about cows (which I don´t as I grew up in 101 Reykjavík), and used all the right lingo I picked up from my earlier phone conversation with my collegue, proceded to check out the patient, did a ketone test on the milk (fortunately the farmer was busy holding the cow´s tail for me so he couldn´t see the fumbling to get milk in my test cup!). I decided there was indication for a pour-in (that´s how they describe it apparently, hella í ´ana) intravenous glucose treatment and some steroids. It´s probably been about a year since I last had to inject something intravenously into a cow, but it seems it´s like riding a bike, your hands remember, and it was successful. "let´s hope she get´s better now" I say calmly, not revealing my inner thoughts (please do not let the patient drop dead after my treatment!) "she´ll be all right after this treatment" the farmer replies and somehow I felt releaved, he has probably seen this a lot more than I have!
Today I went to the local slaughterhouse for an inspection, they had a couple of pigs, some horses, two lambs, two calves and a reindeer hanging in the cooler! I also went to treat a retained placenta in a young cow (I believe they´re called heifers in english) this afternoon (for the first time ever), for those of you that don´t know it this involves putting on some very long plastic gloves and sticking your arm in the cows uterus to manually loosen the placenta, lots of blood and goo coming out. The farmer told me he had to pull a dead calf from her yesterday, I felt sorry for the cow, all this trouble and no calf to show for it. Now I am planning to vaccinate some sheep this weekend, about a thousand or so, give or take... I never know what´s ahead, the calls usually come in the morning, but of course an acute case may come up any time, day or night, I am on 24/7 while I am here. I jump in my seat every time the phone rings, what if...
An unexpected turn of events lately. I am now at Höfn in Hornafjörður, in south-east Iceland, serving as district veterinarian. A call came in a few days ago, from the ministry of agriculture. They were in desperate need of a releaf veterinarian here as the one who serves here had to have an operation on his back a couple of days ago. They were apparently desperate enough to be calling studenst such as myself. Since I have completed all of my exam and only have the stupid thesis left, I am almost a vet, and I really couldn´t let this opportunity to do some large animal practice pass me by, so I said yes. I will only be here for just over a week though, I can´t bear to be apart from my family for as long as last time (for the unenlightened I´m referring to my adventure in America for three months earlier this year).
Well, it takes about 6 hours to drive here from Reykjavík, so I set off rather early to try and get most of the way before dark. Darkness is rapidly descending upon us here, daylight hours are from about 10 am to 4:30 pm as I write this and about a month from now the shortest day of the year with no light at all. That´s around christmas and is the biggest reason Icelanders are crazy about christmas lights, they light up the neverending night. I always leave the outside christmas lights up until march when it finally gets noticably lighter (i.e. there is some light when I get up in the morning and some left when most people come home from work).
Anyway, by the time I got here someone had already called requesting the service of the veterinarian in charge, i.e. your´s truly. As it turned out the first job was to give a little poodle bitch her contraceptive shot (the use of wich is still very common in Iceland as it is cheap, but getting rarer because of the potential life-threatening side effects of the drug used). Then, after dinner I was off to see about a cow with ketosis. I had of course consulted with an older collegue, I am on the phone with the guy I´m releaving about every four hours... o.k. every two or so... When I got there the patient, Alma (in Iceland cows have not yet been reduced to mere numbers), was happily munching on her hay, but was not touching her "energy" feed (sorry, I have no idea how to describe this in english). I had of course put on my very professional-looking clinic outfit, complete with a stethoscope around the neck, and looked very much the part if I may say so myself. Pretended to know everything there is to know about cows (which I don´t as I grew up in 101 Reykjavík), and used all the right lingo I picked up from my earlier phone conversation with my collegue, proceded to check out the patient, did a ketone test on the milk (fortunately the farmer was busy holding the cow´s tail for me so he couldn´t see the fumbling to get milk in my test cup!). I decided there was indication for a pour-in (that´s how they describe it apparently, hella í ´ana) intravenous glucose treatment and some steroids. It´s probably been about a year since I last had to inject something intravenously into a cow, but it seems it´s like riding a bike, your hands remember, and it was successful. "let´s hope she get´s better now" I say calmly, not revealing my inner thoughts (please do not let the patient drop dead after my treatment!) "she´ll be all right after this treatment" the farmer replies and somehow I felt releaved, he has probably seen this a lot more than I have!
Today I went to the local slaughterhouse for an inspection, they had a couple of pigs, some horses, two lambs, two calves and a reindeer hanging in the cooler! I also went to treat a retained placenta in a young cow (I believe they´re called heifers in english) this afternoon (for the first time ever), for those of you that don´t know it this involves putting on some very long plastic gloves and sticking your arm in the cows uterus to manually loosen the placenta, lots of blood and goo coming out. The farmer told me he had to pull a dead calf from her yesterday, I felt sorry for the cow, all this trouble and no calf to show for it. Now I am planning to vaccinate some sheep this weekend, about a thousand or so, give or take... I never know what´s ahead, the calls usually come in the morning, but of course an acute case may come up any time, day or night, I am on 24/7 while I am here. I jump in my seat every time the phone rings, what if...
Thursday, October 31, 2002
I have a theory as to why all the supermodels are so thin and this in turn sets the "standard" for how women in general are supposed to look to be conceved as beautiful. The designers that set these trends are most often gay men, and they want the models to look like boys (straight legs, no ass, no breasts)!? This idea is so ingraved in the mind of today´s women that most uf us don´t even stop to think where it comes from. I´m not sure that regular men really want women to be that thin. Am I crazy? I´m not saying that it´s o.k. to be really fat, because that can have serious effects on your health. We should be more concerned about our bodies in the context of looking after our health vs. just focusing on looks.
Monday, October 21, 2002
When I sit by my computer I often look out the bedroom window behind the desk. In the house across from it there is an empty loft, sometimes I see people working there, probably wanting to add a room to their apartment downstairs. I wonder who are these people? What do they do in their apartment downstairs, what are their families like? Is there a black sheep in the family, maybe someone with a drinking problem or mental illness? I bet most families have one, I wonder if their situation is better or worse in todays society of looser family structure.
Sometimes my hubby and I play a game where we make up stories about people around us. For example, if we have gone camping and see someone driving a home made autocamper, my husband wants to explain how it was made. To make it sound more appealing to me he might say "he probably got the van for a good price and did all the work himself" (he´s very optimistic by nature). I would then say "yes, but he was going to buy a brand new one, and then his aunt died and she didn´t have any children or any money, so he had to spend his savings to pay for her funeral..."
Sometimes my hubby and I play a game where we make up stories about people around us. For example, if we have gone camping and see someone driving a home made autocamper, my husband wants to explain how it was made. To make it sound more appealing to me he might say "he probably got the van for a good price and did all the work himself" (he´s very optimistic by nature). I would then say "yes, but he was going to buy a brand new one, and then his aunt died and she didn´t have any children or any money, so he had to spend his savings to pay for her funeral..."
a word on laziness...
My washing machine is leaking. Every time I do the laundry I am reminded of this fact by a small puddle of water in front of the machine. This has been going on for about 3 months. About once a week my husband and I remind each other that it really should be fixed, but somehow it never seems to get done. In my husband´s defence it must be said that at one time he opened the back of the machine and tried to figure out what was wrong. It now sports brand new shock absorbers, but alas still leaks. At least it now leaks after washing with much less vibration!
I read this recently, it´s a quote from The Heart of Boswell, the journals of writer James Boswell: "Johnson said that he always felt an inclination to nothing. I said it was strange to think that the most indolent man in Britain had written the most laborious work, The English Dictionary. He said it took ten years to do it, but that if he had applied properly, he might have done it in three..."
Laziness should not be underestimated. Every day it saves millions of people from having a stress-induced heart attack...
My washing machine is leaking. Every time I do the laundry I am reminded of this fact by a small puddle of water in front of the machine. This has been going on for about 3 months. About once a week my husband and I remind each other that it really should be fixed, but somehow it never seems to get done. In my husband´s defence it must be said that at one time he opened the back of the machine and tried to figure out what was wrong. It now sports brand new shock absorbers, but alas still leaks. At least it now leaks after washing with much less vibration!
I read this recently, it´s a quote from The Heart of Boswell, the journals of writer James Boswell: "Johnson said that he always felt an inclination to nothing. I said it was strange to think that the most indolent man in Britain had written the most laborious work, The English Dictionary. He said it took ten years to do it, but that if he had applied properly, he might have done it in three..."
Laziness should not be underestimated. Every day it saves millions of people from having a stress-induced heart attack...
To boost the readings:
You'll only kiss if the mood is right and if you think you are falling in love.
Some may say you're old fashioned, but when you kiss, you see stars!
One kiss from you, and anyone will be hooked forever.
How Do *You* Kiss?
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You Are A Romantic Kisser!
You'll only kiss if the mood is right and if you think you are falling in love.
Some may say you're old fashioned, but when you kiss, you see stars!
One kiss from you, and anyone will be hooked forever.
How Do *You* Kiss?
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Wednesday, October 16, 2002
This morning was spent frantically searching for my swim-suit as I was going to go to the Blue Lagoon, as recommended by my dermatologist. Didn´t find it and ended up spending 2 hrs. searching for a new one for a reasonable price (to me, 50$+ for a swimsuit is not reasonable). Ended up paying almost 40$ for it since I ran out of patience. In the end I decided the Blue Lagoon can wait ´till tomorrow, and I need to spend more time at the library, since my paper has not been growing much in the past week or two.
After making a promise to myself to spend more time at the library my dad called and asked me to work for him tomorrow. I need work too, so the program for tomorrow is: Blue Lagoon, then Traust know-how.
After making a promise to myself to spend more time at the library my dad called and asked me to work for him tomorrow. I need work too, so the program for tomorrow is: Blue Lagoon, then Traust know-how.
Tuesday, October 15, 2002
What's Your Magic Power?
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I wish! Being a vet would be so much easier if they could just tell me what´s wrong! Or maybe maybe my day would be filled with "oh, no please don´t do it, I love my testicles!"?
In sickness...
My son is all better, it turned out to be a two day flu, and I got my appetite back by sunday evening, which was just as well, since my hubby decided to cook up one of his gorgeous meals. We invited Erna for dinner, my darling is helping her find her first car. We went for a test drive in one, then decided the price wasn´t right. I´m pretty sure my man will find one before the week is over, he´s good at this kind of stuff. Cars are his passion, so becoming a mechanic was the right choice for him, although I think he would have made an excellent car-dealer too. However he wouldn´t feel comfortable in a suit all day, anyway he kinda looks better in the overalls...
My first quiz...
A different quiz, what strange type of person are you?
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At first my reaction was, this is stupid, I´m not some dimwit, frivolous, irresponsible bubble, then I started thinking about it some more. Maybe it´s quite descriptive after all, I am a happy person and I do enjoy life, after all, you only get one (at least that´s what I think).
My son is all better, it turned out to be a two day flu, and I got my appetite back by sunday evening, which was just as well, since my hubby decided to cook up one of his gorgeous meals. We invited Erna for dinner, my darling is helping her find her first car. We went for a test drive in one, then decided the price wasn´t right. I´m pretty sure my man will find one before the week is over, he´s good at this kind of stuff. Cars are his passion, so becoming a mechanic was the right choice for him, although I think he would have made an excellent car-dealer too. However he wouldn´t feel comfortable in a suit all day, anyway he kinda looks better in the overalls...
My first quiz...
A different quiz, what strange type of person are you?
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At first my reaction was, this is stupid, I´m not some dimwit, frivolous, irresponsible bubble, then I started thinking about it some more. Maybe it´s quite descriptive after all, I am a happy person and I do enjoy life, after all, you only get one (at least that´s what I think).
Sunday, October 13, 2002
Yesterday was the day of the hangover from hell. We went out friday with my husband´s workmates. It was octoberfest (german beer festival) with food und alles, sauerkraut und schweineschanken. The food was surprisingly good, I have mixed feelings for german food. There were some stand-up comedians and a german band, complete with yodeling. There were not actually a lot of people there, but we were in good company and I enjoyed myself. I was actually rather drunk, which does not happen very often (tell them Stína). So yesterday I woke up with a splitting headache and asked myself the eternal question "why, oh, why did I do it?". Popped some painkillers and went back to bed, managed to sleep for a few hours more. The day was spent in front of the TV, I didn´t even feel like going to the farm animal zoo with Stína and the boys, to celebrate the 10th birthday of Guttormur the bull. Very unlike me...
In the afternoon my mother in law (who was babysitting) called to tell us our boy had a fever, so we went and picked him up. Sure enough, almost 40°C, but no cold or other sign of sickness. Gave him some pain-killer too, and he slept through most of the evening and until 9am this morning. Then he threw up, this must be some kind of stomach flue that´s passing through here, since Stína´s boys were sick a few days ago and Herdís was sick last week too. Do not feel so hot myself today, no appetite, which is also very unlike me... Hope I don´t get sick too, hate throwing up. Do not feel like joining my husband painting shelves in the garage, will concentrate on the laundry instead.
In the afternoon my mother in law (who was babysitting) called to tell us our boy had a fever, so we went and picked him up. Sure enough, almost 40°C, but no cold or other sign of sickness. Gave him some pain-killer too, and he slept through most of the evening and until 9am this morning. Then he threw up, this must be some kind of stomach flue that´s passing through here, since Stína´s boys were sick a few days ago and Herdís was sick last week too. Do not feel so hot myself today, no appetite, which is also very unlike me... Hope I don´t get sick too, hate throwing up. Do not feel like joining my husband painting shelves in the garage, will concentrate on the laundry instead.
Thursday, October 10, 2002
Movies
My absolute favorite movie of all time is "Unbearable lightness of being", made after the book by Milan Kundera of the same title. The worst movies I have ever seen are David Lynch´s Mulholland Drive (I wish I could sue him to get back the two hours of my life I wasted watching this crap!) and From Dusk till Dawn. I have to admit that as I get older I find myself liking the Hollywood machine-made films less and less, and enjoying european films more, they seem to reflect real life more, which I find appealing. Hollywood films all seem to be either about soppy romance or blowing up things. Or they are second rate remakes of great european films, like Nikita and Three men and a baby. Yeah, bet you didn´t know Three men and a baby was originally a french movie! I saw the original, it´s so much better, and NO they didn´t make a nr. 2 and 3! I also bet a lot of people don´t know that Insomnia is a remake of a norwegian film.
My absolute favorite movie of all time is "Unbearable lightness of being", made after the book by Milan Kundera of the same title. The worst movies I have ever seen are David Lynch´s Mulholland Drive (I wish I could sue him to get back the two hours of my life I wasted watching this crap!) and From Dusk till Dawn. I have to admit that as I get older I find myself liking the Hollywood machine-made films less and less, and enjoying european films more, they seem to reflect real life more, which I find appealing. Hollywood films all seem to be either about soppy romance or blowing up things. Or they are second rate remakes of great european films, like Nikita and Three men and a baby. Yeah, bet you didn´t know Three men and a baby was originally a french movie! I saw the original, it´s so much better, and NO they didn´t make a nr. 2 and 3! I also bet a lot of people don´t know that Insomnia is a remake of a norwegian film.
on the joys of studying...
My paper is now only 8 pages long (pure text, no graphs or pictures), however I stil haven´t started the statistical analysis of the data, so this is just the complementary bullshit, I can see that it can easily grow to 100. When I asked my instructor how many pages he wanted, he said the average is somewhere between 10 and 100, but he wants it closer to 10, otherwise he won´t have time/can´t be bothered to read it! I guess I see where he´s coming from, I bet he has to read all kinds of crap up to 100 pages long. I will have to constraint myself and go for quality instead of quantity.
For those that didn´t know already my paper is an epidemiologic research project to find out why people in Iceland have their cats and dogs euthanised. I have a sneaky suspicion that behavioral problems take a large toll of the dog population, this has proven to be the case in the few countries where it has been studied. After finishing this project I will graduate as a veterinarian from the Danish Veterinary- and Agricultural University.
My paper is now only 8 pages long (pure text, no graphs or pictures), however I stil haven´t started the statistical analysis of the data, so this is just the complementary bullshit, I can see that it can easily grow to 100. When I asked my instructor how many pages he wanted, he said the average is somewhere between 10 and 100, but he wants it closer to 10, otherwise he won´t have time/can´t be bothered to read it! I guess I see where he´s coming from, I bet he has to read all kinds of crap up to 100 pages long. I will have to constraint myself and go for quality instead of quantity.
For those that didn´t know already my paper is an epidemiologic research project to find out why people in Iceland have their cats and dogs euthanised. I have a sneaky suspicion that behavioral problems take a large toll of the dog population, this has proven to be the case in the few countries where it has been studied. After finishing this project I will graduate as a veterinarian from the Danish Veterinary- and Agricultural University.
Castrate the kitties
I have decided to castrate my cats a.s.a.p. since Sómi ran away for a day, that´ll teach ´em to stay at home! Sómi is named after a cat my in-laws had for years, and Fróði is named after our first cat. Incidentally their names are identical with the icelandic version of Sam and Frodo from Lord of the Rings, so they are sometimes called Sam Gambit and Frodo Baggins. Tolkien had a great interest in the old icelandic sagas, and supposedly spoke Icelandic, at least he could read it, and a lot of the names in his books come from the nordic sagas, like Frodo and Gimli.
I have decided to castrate my cats a.s.a.p. since Sómi ran away for a day, that´ll teach ´em to stay at home! Sómi is named after a cat my in-laws had for years, and Fróði is named after our first cat. Incidentally their names are identical with the icelandic version of Sam and Frodo from Lord of the Rings, so they are sometimes called Sam Gambit and Frodo Baggins. Tolkien had a great interest in the old icelandic sagas, and supposedly spoke Icelandic, at least he could read it, and a lot of the names in his books come from the nordic sagas, like Frodo and Gimli.
Wednesday, October 09, 2002
Icelandic jeep safari
Last saturday we went on a jeep-tour organized Iceland´s biggest Nissan/Subaru dealer, Ingvar Helgason. I hope they´ll put pictures from the tour on their website soon. We have a ´96 model Nissan Patrol (I believe they call it Pathfinder in the US of A), that my husband has been altering for tours on the highlands. We still need to save some money to buy the 35" tires we want.
There were about 50 jeeps on this tour, most of them altered in some way, Icelanders sure love their big tires. When I look at a regular jeep now, it looks more like a slighly overgrown station wagon (my dad´s Ford Explorer is a perfect example, needless to say it is much more luxurious in it´s interior than our´s, our´s feels like it was used for sheep transfer before we got it this summer).
Well, the trip was a success, the nature was spectacular, we around a couple of glaciers, and across a lot of rivers (no bridges, of course!). I got to drive half the way in the outback, crossing rivers is the most fun, it gives you a thrill to drive into a river (sometimes brown with the melting water from the glaciers) and see and hear the water ripping at the side of the car, sometimes levelling up half the door, even though the car has been raised... Needless to say my husband got to drive the whole way back on highway 1, since I only like driving through the rough bit, otherwise I think driving is a dreadfully boring thing to do, so unproductive. I like public transport, where someone else does the driving, while I can do something else, and not worry about the traffic.
playing vet
On sunday I got to play vet, when I went out on a call with a veterinarian who is friend of the family. The patient was a pomeranian, that was hit by a car, actually a jeep! We were expecting horror, but the dog was miraculously almost unharmed, only a slight skin scraping on the forehead, and a slight concussion (actually it lost conciousness for a few minutes and the owners were sure it was dead and then it got up and started running!). We gave it some anti-inflammatories, in case there would be swelling in the brain and sent the dog home with it´s happy owners.
Last saturday we went on a jeep-tour organized Iceland´s biggest Nissan/Subaru dealer, Ingvar Helgason. I hope they´ll put pictures from the tour on their website soon. We have a ´96 model Nissan Patrol (I believe they call it Pathfinder in the US of A), that my husband has been altering for tours on the highlands. We still need to save some money to buy the 35" tires we want.
There were about 50 jeeps on this tour, most of them altered in some way, Icelanders sure love their big tires. When I look at a regular jeep now, it looks more like a slighly overgrown station wagon (my dad´s Ford Explorer is a perfect example, needless to say it is much more luxurious in it´s interior than our´s, our´s feels like it was used for sheep transfer before we got it this summer).
Well, the trip was a success, the nature was spectacular, we around a couple of glaciers, and across a lot of rivers (no bridges, of course!). I got to drive half the way in the outback, crossing rivers is the most fun, it gives you a thrill to drive into a river (sometimes brown with the melting water from the glaciers) and see and hear the water ripping at the side of the car, sometimes levelling up half the door, even though the car has been raised... Needless to say my husband got to drive the whole way back on highway 1, since I only like driving through the rough bit, otherwise I think driving is a dreadfully boring thing to do, so unproductive. I like public transport, where someone else does the driving, while I can do something else, and not worry about the traffic.
playing vet
On sunday I got to play vet, when I went out on a call with a veterinarian who is friend of the family. The patient was a pomeranian, that was hit by a car, actually a jeep! We were expecting horror, but the dog was miraculously almost unharmed, only a slight skin scraping on the forehead, and a slight concussion (actually it lost conciousness for a few minutes and the owners were sure it was dead and then it got up and started running!). We gave it some anti-inflammatories, in case there would be swelling in the brain and sent the dog home with it´s happy owners.
Tuesday, October 08, 2002
One of our kittens (we have two) has been lost since yesterday. We are still hopeful that it will show up sometime soon, but also worry that something terrible might have happened. I try to be brave, it has a collar with a name tag on, so if it were run over by a car or something, people would call me, right? Unfortunately there is no way of knowing what people will do. This afternoon I will arrange a search party with the kids in the neighbourhood, they know all the hiding places around.
Well, Stína was a big help, and I am on my way to becoming a real blogger. This sucks up a lot of time and energy though, I feel guilty every minute, since I am supposed to be studying. Oh, well, just a few more minutes of trying to figure out colour codes, borders and the like, before I head to the library to study.
Monday, October 07, 2002
Am back in Iceland. Actually I left USA in june, I was just too lazy to blog.
I have decided to broaden my world of blogging and have made my friend Stína promise to help me set it up.
This summer was mostly spent studying for an exam I had to take in Denmark in august and spending some quality time with my husband and son who missed me terribly while I was away for 3 whole months. The guilt is slowly subsiding... I am trying to be very busy writing my final paper, which is all I have left of vet school. If my plans work out I will finish by new year.
I have decided to broaden my world of blogging and have made my friend Stína promise to help me set it up.
This summer was mostly spent studying for an exam I had to take in Denmark in august and spending some quality time with my husband and son who missed me terribly while I was away for 3 whole months. The guilt is slowly subsiding... I am trying to be very busy writing my final paper, which is all I have left of vet school. If my plans work out I will finish by new year.
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