tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51493552011-04-21T20:51:32.199-05:00The Islets of Langerhans"In Mexico on certain days of the calendar it is the custom to set a place at the table for death. But perhaps you know this."
Cormac McCarthy - Cities of the PlainHaemonchus contortushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634954734868622622noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149355.post-1116601200457163512005-05-20T07:50:00.000-05:002005-05-20T10:00:00.466-05:00Well, Sandra, it has been a year. I'm really glad I became a veterinarian. I'm occasionally glad that I came out here to work on these horses. And I'm rarely glad to be a commuter. And I'm just figuring out how important it is to have skills in this profession. Here in Los Angeles, for instance, it's good to have skills with numchucks ( the ability to identify, draw, locate, and kill a Liger Haemonchus contortushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634954734868622622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149355.post-1115510261926048632005-05-07T18:33:00.000-05:002005-05-08T06:59:23.283-05:00Marine LayerI sneezed for the 1014th time today on "The 110" just before Slauson, and I believe that event may have saved my life.It was at the very moment that my eyes began to water and my nose itched and I forcibly expelled 50 lbs. of compressed oxygen, nitrogen, polluted LA air and four ounces of snot that I rocked forward over the steering wheel spewing mucus all over the instrument panel ofHaemonchus contortushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634954734868622622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149355.post-1115506479711347072005-05-07T17:54:00.000-05:002005-05-07T17:54:39.716-05:00It's only methane... Haemonchus contortushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634954734868622622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149355.post-1065576476331331242003-10-07T20:27:00.000-05:002003-10-07T20:48:09.350-05:00Centaur
I’d be reborn the way you want me, a horse, a buckskin, and large framed.
I’d live for your touch.
To feel you on my back, your legs wrapped around my sides, your heels in my
flank.
The sound of your voice would thrill within me and I’d trot to it, my head
high so that I could catch first glimpse of you, so that I could watch you
smile.
We would go together across the pastures in theHaemonchus contortushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634954734868622622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149355.post-1057178411655508832003-07-02T15:40:00.000-05:002003-07-03T17:00:38.210-05:00Things I have learned on Dermatology...
1. Our dermatologist has about 200 fire ant bites on his left leg, and a cytological examination of the purulent exudate from one of these pustules reveals a lot of debris and many degenerate neutrophils but no bacteria.
2. "You'll want to wear gloves especially if you might be contagious to lambs." (Dermatologist)
3. A dog's skin is "basically Haemonchus contortushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634954734868622622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149355.post-1056863170937905432003-06-29T00:06:00.000-05:002003-06-29T00:06:10.910-05:00Rapture
She likes the sound the wind makes when it rustles through the cottonwood leaves, rasping like cotton on corduroy, like the sound of applause and thousands of whispers. She stoops to look at the harvester ants carrying the leaves of a black walnut tree in corridors of their making that stretch, vein-like across the pasture. I see her brown eyes filled with wonder at every living thing,Haemonchus contortushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634954734868622622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149355.post-1056630525675110942003-06-26T07:28:00.000-05:002003-06-28T16:32:54.423-05:00Loyalty
He was my mother's horse, a stocky bay Quarter Horse with a crooked, lightning bolt blaze down his nose, four socks, and bright, mischievous eyes. Unbroken at five years of age and hardly broken ten years later, I among very few rode this horse and rarely if at all.
So it was that one night at around sundown I stole into the pasture and slipped his head into a bosal gaining his back inHaemonchus contortushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634954734868622622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149355.post-960005322003-06-24T21:01:00.000-05:002003-06-24T21:01:44.093-05:00It isn't always this good!
Sometimes, when you're out on field services, you might find yourself driving the truck...from the passenger's seat and trying to avoid running over the veterinarian who just fell out the driver's side door reaching for a toxic plant growing on the road side.
That's not always a good thing.
Sometimes, you might find yourself running down Finfeather Road chasing a Haemonchus contortushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634954734868622622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149355.post-957697332003-06-17T17:44:00.000-05:002003-06-17T17:48:26.000-05:00Pearls From the First Week of Fourth Year, 2003-2004
Plan for things that normally take 10 minutes to take 1 hour.
When your clinician gets a phone call in the middle of rounds, hangs up and runs out of the room towards ICU-this is bad.
Clay paws supplies and paints are in oncology: When the clinician tells you "don't worry, you can paint over it when it's dry", assume that your clay paw is Haemonchus contortushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634954734868622622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149355.post-927111082003-04-16T07:31:00.000-05:002003-04-16T07:31:06.640-05:00Cutting Horse
My legs went from my waist against the saddle with his and I struggled to keep my seat as the stirrups may have touched the ground. He slid in forced extension and his back legs flexed beneath his belly digging into the soft, moist earth. The calf, rejected, reacted reaching with his left leg to his left and swung his head and shoulders like a wrecking ball and the horse beneath Haemonchus contortushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634954734868622622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149355.post-909628582003-03-18T20:23:00.000-06:002003-03-18T20:23:46.186-06:00Thursday Somewhere in the Texas Panhandle
In another life, I once rode through long, flat fields of winter wheat through hordes of cattle so dense that you could feel the heat of their bodies steaming on the coldest winter mornings. Those mornings began long before dawn in the dull, yellow glow of a tack room light where the smell of musty horse sweat and dust singed the recesses of my nares. I Haemonchus contortushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634954734868622622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149355.post-908954432003-03-17T20:43:00.000-06:002003-03-17T20:44:21.000-06:00La Promenade du Cavalier
He posted on his horse through the rain with his yellow pommel slicker flapping in the wind behind him. Thunder shook the ground beneath him and with the next flash of lightning he stood in the saddle and slapped the horse's rump with the reins, over and under and behind his back, wildly, running furiously into the blue-gray torrent. His hat flew off behind him and he Haemonchus contortushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634954734868622622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149355.post-904762182003-03-10T14:43:00.000-06:002003-03-10T14:43:45.436-06:00Requiem for a Walking Horse
Black coat shimmering in the sunshine, she sauntered through the shade of the trees along the edge of the paddock; a delight in the eyes of her mistress. Days for both of them were made more bearable, the passing of time more comfortable, by a certain regimen of brushing and combing and rubbing. She might have nuzzled her mistress whose hand softly layered her mane Haemonchus contortushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634954734868622622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149355.post-904749362003-03-10T14:17:00.000-06:002003-06-17T17:37:44.000-05:00THE ISLETS OF LANGERHANS
[Puns are the lowest form of humor, so...here’s a whole page of Low Humor]
INSTALLMENT ONE OF THE JOURNEY OF PARS FROM LANGERHANS
He was a young man from the Islets of Langerhans, and his name was Pars Longus Glandis. He had come to a bifurcation in his life when he realized that something greater must lie just beyond the pelvic rim; something wonderful, maybe even Haemonchus contortushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634954734868622622noreply@blogger.com