It's hard to believe that I haven't posted for a whole month. Hardly a day goes by that I don't spend twenty or thirty minutes answering questions from people who have found the blog while googling their pet's medical problem. As I've mentioned before, I can't prescribe for them (because I can't see and know their pet), but I do try to answer their questions as best I can. Does that count as blogging time?
Maybe I'm starting to feel the recession a little, as I have a little time on my hands for the first time in ages. Sunday I did not have a single animal in the hospital, nor did I have any emergency calls. I had done my administrative paperwork on Saturday evening. It was the first time that I can remember that I did not even go into the building for an entire 24 hours. I must say that it was sweet.
December wasn't like that, though. I had planned to take off on Saturday the 13th, make a leisurely morning of it and head up to Cape Girardeau for Tuba Christmas. Unfortunately, I had a patient with a urinary blockage who required emergency surgery. Rehearsal started at 1:00 PM at the River Campus. After stabilizing the patient, and changing clothes [you don't want to know], I hit the road at 11:30 AM, and I was only 10 minutes late to rehearsal (95 miles away). I was able to enjoy the music, and fellow band-nerds, but not my "leisurely morning". I'd post pictures, but they look just like last year's. [Tuba Christmas, that is, not the surgery.]
The next day, the Kennett Schola Cantorum hit the road with the Christmas concert of a capella early (as in Renaissance and medieval) choral music. Here we are on the stage of the Caruthersville, Missouri Library for their community concert series. My favorite lyrics were from a song entitled "Ladye, the Silly Flea" (naturally). Then on to play low brass for my friend David Ross, who includes me in his annual Christmas musical at the First Baptist Church in Blytheville, Arkansas. I'd post pictures, but they look just like last year's.
Our own Prebyterian Christmas Eve extravaganza featured a solo from Sheryl Crow (a song from her Christmas album, available exclusively at Hallmark). I didn't hear it, though. After the second marathon rehearsal on Tuesday evening, I came down with a stomach virus. The virus stayed all through Christmas Eve and Christmas, sort of like Marley's ghost. I missed singing in the service for the first time in 32 years. Bummer, dude.
I'm "doing a hundred percent" now, though. Lots more to do and talk about. Stay tuned. I may even get back to veterinary medicine (blog-wise, that is).