The rain started before I left work. Driving to the barn, the main roads were already pooling with water.
Cleaned Biggie's stall, and brought him in during a break in the rain. Gave him some hay, and I came home to sleep for a few hours.
Getting ready to go back out and feed him dinner, and put his fleece on.
It is still warm, at 47, the temperature will plummet, and the snow will start after midnight. We are expecting 1 to 3 inches, with ice mixed in.
Low tomorrow night of 7 degrees.
We don't need all this rain. It is causing flash flooding.
I told Biggie, I suspect the mud will last until June.
Good for you, BC, for allowing your boss to feel the effects of his poor planning. YAY!!
Glad you are feeling better, Tweety.
Glad step-mom is okay, herring.
Enjoy three-day weekend, Dianah.
Work was a crap show last night. Day shift had 8 admissions, and left a ton of stuff undone.
Then, there was stuff left undone, through several shifts, like a sputum sample that was ordered two days ago, but nobody collected. Yes, I collected it.
Then there was the 87-year-old who wouldn't stop pooping. No, not diarrhea, but a constant output of soft, pastey, poop.
Remember, I work rehab, not acute care, or LTC. The tech and I were constantly cleaning her up.
I also had a gentleman who refuses to use his call bell, and insists on wearing flip-flops.
Yes, I educated him. This morning, he told me he would like to discharge early because he just isn't getting any sleep. He sleeps. I see him sleeping.
I told him: Tell you doctor you want to leave. They'll get the discharge paperwork ready for you!
I hope tonight is better, because I wasn't loving my job last night!