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Toilet is installed and operation, but still with a small leak from the tank area. Hubby is stumped and it is already siliconed within an inch of its life (Did anyone else get a mental image of a pristine white toilet with huge boobs? Just me then.) It'll osrt itself out, I'm sure.
I also broke down and bought the thrid season of SPN at Wally World today on the way home. I'm faced with the prospect of having to return to work this evening, a possibility that does nto fill me with joy. It mostly fills me with annoyance. I'm hoping that some miracle occurs and my presence will not be required. At any rate, I'm clean.
I spent two hours today radiographing a little dog with a dislocated hip and a badly broken humerus/elbow. Apparently he was riding in mom's lap in the car and was squished between the air bag and mom's (reportedly) ginourmous boob. I have it on good authority, because the attending resident was treated to the sight of said boob when the owner presented it (after about ten seconds of fishing down her shirt) to show off the (dog-shaped?) bruise left there. The resident is a bit traumatised by this incident.
Okay, got a couple of points here, 1. Put your dog in the back seat, please, or in a crate, secured safely in some fashion. In an accident, they become projectiles. Serious/grievous injury can be avoided all the way around by just securing them. They're like kids, people. Another little dog a month ago wasn't so lucky as this one. When he hit the dashboard, his skull was crushed. He spent a week in ICU on a continuous infusion of pain and anti-seizure medication before we were able to convince the owners there was no hope. Point #2. Veterinarians are not interested in seeing your boob, even if there is an imprint of your dog on it. (Well, maybe some, but in general).
In other news, another 1.5 pages of Rayne's story is safely rattled onto the flash drive. It's rough, will get lots of editing and rewording, but I'm pleased with the direction I've taken. She's a little more proactive, a little less damsel in distress now.
Okay, I hear snoring... I'll stop now. ;-)
Off for food and entertainment until I am summoned back to the salt mines...
Toilet is installed and operation, but still with a small leak from the tank area. Hubby is stumped and it is already siliconed within an inch of its life (Did anyone else get a mental image of a pristine white toilet with huge boobs? Just me then.) It'll osrt itself out, I'm sure.
I also broke down and bought the thrid season of SPN at Wally World today on the way home. I'm faced with the prospect of having to return to work this evening, a possibility that does nto fill me with joy. It mostly fills me with annoyance. I'm hoping that some miracle occurs and my presence will not be required. At any rate, I'm clean.
I spent two hours today radiographing a little dog with a dislocated hip and a badly broken humerus/elbow. Apparently he was riding in mom's lap in the car and was squished between the air bag and mom's (reportedly) ginourmous boob. I have it on good authority, because the attending resident was treated to the sight of said boob when the owner presented it (after about ten seconds of fishing down her shirt) to show off the (dog-shaped?) bruise left there. The resident is a bit traumatised by this incident.
Okay, got a couple of points here, 1. Put your dog in the back seat, please, or in a crate, secured safely in some fashion. In an accident, they become projectiles. Serious/grievous injury can be avoided all the way around by just securing them. They're like kids, people. Another little dog a month ago wasn't so lucky as this one. When he hit the dashboard, his skull was crushed. He spent a week in ICU on a continuous infusion of pain and anti-seizure medication before we were able to convince the owners there was no hope. Point #2. Veterinarians are not interested in seeing your boob, even if there is an imprint of your dog on it. (Well, maybe some, but in general).
In other news, another 1.5 pages of Rayne's story is safely rattled onto the flash drive. It's rough, will get lots of editing and rewording, but I'm pleased with the direction I've taken. She's a little more proactive, a little less damsel in distress now.
Okay, I hear snoring... I'll stop now. ;-)
Off for food and entertainment until I am summoned back to the salt mines...
