draggonlaady

Again. Second time this month. And once more, I'm the lucky one on call.

Apparently, I'm the only one on call for about a 100 mile radius...everybody else (at least between here and D-town) is out of town or doesn't answer their phones.

Thankful for small favors though, I got a nap this afternoon, interrupted only by my own cats. This evening however, I was on my way to my folks' for dinner, and get a call from a woman I have not met (yet). It seems she has a stud-horse who got himself into the wrong field and got the absolute snot beat out of him. She's not sure if he did this to himself busting down the fence, or if the other horses did it for him, but she thinks his jaw's broken. Joy.

To make things happier, she's coming from D-town, which is over 60 miles away. She asked if I could come down... I told her yes, but it'd be very expensive. $3/mile just to get me there, plus the emergency fee, time, drugs, etc. Scary thing to hand someone a bill that starts with almost $200 before I've even looked at the horse. Anyway, when I explained that she said she'd try to get him loaded.

So I not only don't make it up to my folks' place in time for dinner, I likely won't make it up at all tonight by the time I wait an hour and a half (at least) for her to get the horse loaded and brought up, and then treat him.

Guess we'll see how it goes.


EDIT:

Well, you do see the weirdest things on the full moon. Can't say as I've ever seen a horse with a concussion before tonight. Keep your fingers crossed and hope for him, it was pretty ugly. No broken jaw though, so at least that's good.