Happy Good Friday!!

Once again, I'll admit to sounding like a broken record and proclaim to the world at large - that I'm soooo glad it's Friday once again!!! And...it's Good Friday taboot. This is a special Sabbath eve for sure. May each of you be blessed regardless of how you celebrate what this weekend represents.

My hubby and I have made no special plans for the weekend. The weather is supposed to be wet and mild. Pretty typical stuff for an Oregon spring. I don't think we're expecting much rainfall, but it's likely to be showery interspersed with a little sunshine. It sounds just fine to me. I'll take it and be thankful.

I hope to just take it easy this weekend and maybe get caught up on some household chores that I've let slide a little this past week. Yes, I'm going to place the blame on my darned toe again...well, because that's exactly what's to blame! This toe has been a major pain, and in more ways than just one. I tried putting a shoe on this morning and wowee!!!! It smarts - apparently I'm not wearing anything on that foot just quite yet. Maybe a flip-flop, but nothing enclosed.

Go ahead and call me a wuss...I am - and I'm okay with that. Really, I am.

Ladde had an episode of colic the night before last and that scared the dickens out of us!! Good grief - if anything happened to the big old galoot, I'd just about die!! It must have been a spasmodic colic because it came on really fast. Ladde has done this four times now in his lifetime and they've always presented the same way. Firstly, Ladde comes and finds us and lets us know in no uncertain terms that something is wrong...and we are to fix it...now! So, hubby lets Ladd into the barn while he's doing chores. Ladde begins to paw the ground and then that is followed by him body slamming himself into the wall. Ooookay! Hubby comes inside to get me and lets me know that the Laddmonster appears to have a belly ache. Oh great...so out I hobble. Sure enough, I take one look at his face and can tell the poor guy is in some major pain here. We put his halter on and hubby takes him down the driveway for a little walk while I rummage in the first aid kit for some banamine. I give him a 1000 lb. dose which for Ladde is only a partial dose. But, I'd rather give less and see how he reacts. Walking is resumed, but it takes a little while for the meds to work...now he breaks out in a sweat and is super hot and dripping wet. Time to panic!! I call my boss and let him know what's going on...he's so calm and cool I could just strangle him!! He asks me to check his vitals, give the meds a chance to work and continue the walking...yeah, yeah, yeah. I want to scream at him because I would much prefer that he be as panicked and upset as me, and tell me that he's running out the door and is on his way as we speak. You know how it is when it's your baby, right?? No matter how many times I remain calm, cool and in control with clients at work when they're in crisis mode - it's never the same when it's my crisis. It never fails that my mental faculties vacate me...what is with that!? I want to know just exactly why that is. I know what to do. I have been through this a few times before, but dadgummit it all anyway - it's scary!! So, anyway I try to take a few deep breaths and gather my wits and do as the dadgummed vet wants me to do. Okay, I'll try. Check the gums for capillary refill time - check. Get the heartrate...the heart? Where is the heart????? Oh good Lord, help me out here. I should know this...where is that thing anyway? Oh forget that - it is what it is!! Take the temperature - forget that - I can see he's all overheated. Allright, you get the picture. After a while, I completely give up at the doctor stuff and resume to towelling my babie's head off and speak to him in soothing tones...and give him some more banamine. More walking, more walking...chilled out now...muscles quivering all over his body...crap. Put his blanket on and warm him up. More walking. Okay, that's better. It looks like the meds are kicking in and doing their job. Okay, alright, I can do this. Pray. Beg. Plead. More deep breaths. Call the boss back up and tell him we are looking a bit better now. Okay he says, now go work on those vitals and relax. Call me back if you need me. Okay, I can do that now. Thank you and good night. Pray again and thank God for taking care of things again.

My hubby spent the night in the barn on a cot. He got very little sleep. Ladde was very hungry and did the bucket banging routine all night so that we knew he was okay now and did we forget that he'd only had a half of a flake!!??

You just gotta love husbands who are willing to sleep in the barn with the horse and let me sleep in the house.

Thanks honey, I love you for being so kind-hearted and for loving the animals every bit as much as me.

Oh yes, and thanks God. Once again.

Blessings to all,

Cingspots