Karbon Kounty Moos

May 2010 be an excellent year for health, happiness, harvests and lots of rides.

Maybe not for long.

Springtime in the Rockies - and all that jazz. . .

March is a hard month for me. This year was exceptional. With the RA medications wreaking havoc, my team of doctors began seeking alternatives - and took me off the meds.

There’s nothing like a weakened immune system when everyone around is coughing or getting over some bug. I guess that it was simply my turn. Miserable March and I’m sick with the latest cold/cough/congestion/crud. I started a course of antibiotics. You’re allowed to do that as long as you’re not taking your RA meds. It never seemed to kick in, so I began another antibiotic.

Hmmmm. . . yesterday morning I was feeling different. Not better, but definitely different. I emailed my nurse with my symptoms. When she didn’t get back to me, I decided to try to give her a call. I got right through and started to explain.

Two minutes later I was grabbing things and packing the dogs in the car. I walked in the clinic and told the receptionist what the nurse had said. I was rushed into an examining room. I told them the way I had been feeling and gave the doctor the antibiotic bottle. He looked at me strangely and asked, “What antibiotic are you on?”. “Whatever that is - something like penicillin.” He handed the bottle back to me and I started laughing. “Okay, that’s Lucky’s prescription for DES, and no, I didn’t take the DES.” “I have been tempted to take Ty’s deramaxx, but so far I’m not needing anything for incontinence.” I’m glad that no matter what is happening I continue to amuse those around me.

The nurse gave me benadryl. I have some prescription strength allergy medication, and I’m not taking any more antibiotics. Believe me, you don’t want to have an allergic reaction to an antibiotic. Now I’m waiting for this cold - or whatever it is to run its course.

And yes, it’s snowing again.

It’s not very green here, but we wish you a great day. Spring is not very far away.

Wishing you a rainbow
For sunlight after showers—
Miles and miles of Irish smiles
For golden happy hours—
Shamrocks at your doorway
For luck and laughter too,
And a host of friends that never ends
Each day your whole life through!

Ty reminds us:

“Be sure to get quality sleep.”

Sugar suggests:

“Take time for fun, even if it is at work.”

Luck says:

“Learn to relax, it’s easy.”

They all agree:

“Start a little trouble.”

Happy New Year!

One day last week I looked back at the chain on the bale spinner as I fed. I thought, “Allan used to break that a couple of times a year.” Apparently, I called on the Law of Attraction. Yes, all I did was think about it two days earlier. Two little spins and the roller chain was split.

I dropped the bale in the pasture and headed for the shop. Rudy was at the gate, so I showed him my broken chain. Thank goodness for Rudy. It was cold and windy, and we were working without gloves. Neither of us have hands that work well. I didn’t have reading glasses with me. I can’t see anything close without magnifying glasses. Rudy’s vision isn’t any better than mine. We worked together, not like “the blind leading the blind”. Neither fell in a pit. Rudy removed the broken link ends and explained how to put the new one on. We managed to loosen the box that the sprocket was on and get the chain on. The fun had just begun.

It took tears (not really), teamwork, thanks and time, but I got the new pin link in. I’m sure that we used tools never intended for the job. The connecting link plate went on easily. The spring clip was another story. Tears were called for, but I didn’t cry. I did swear once. We were working by feel without working fingers with a wicked west wind. Wow - what an alliteration! When I did get the clip on, I was shocked. Rudy tightened everything up and got the grease gun. He found a zerk that was plugged and removed it. I stuck it in the vise, grabbed a hammer, found a nail and unplugged it. We get creative, and we get it done.

I returned to the pasture, picked up the hay bale and spread it. Then I let the cows out. You’d think that they were starving.

Later that day I had my Remicade infusion. We’re all in need of repair. Even Mister Ty is wearing the lampshade on his head again.

“Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck.”

Quote by George Carlin.