Sweet Jesus, come take me away !!!

I start off this posting with  laughter...hahahahahhahahahaha   because I couldn't make this shit up if I tried. Honest to God, I am not sure what exactly R and I did to piss the Powers That BE off but man are we getting some really bad karmic revenge....

If you've been reading this blog for a while you will know that things haven't been going exactly smoothly here on the farm for us so far this spring.  Hahaha  and so you shouldn't really be all that shocked to hear that a couple more crazy things happened today...

The new bull we bought back in February has been out with his little harem for over a week now and he has been a very busy boy, or so we thought.... I noticed a couple of days ago that his sheath...where his penis comes out of his body...was all swollen looking...and today R finally took a closer look...and it is very swollen..and sore and he is no longer able or willing to retract it and his penis will not protrude.   So we hauled him into town to the vet clinic and they examined him closely and the result was that he has torn the inside of the sheath and it is infected...he is out of commission for at least 6 weeks and probably for good...as in unable to breed... R is to treat him for the infection and in 6 wks. the vet will re-examine him. if at that time he is still no good, the bull will be sold and the insurance will re-imburse us the balance of what we paid for the bull after deducting what we got for him at the auction mart.  Thank God we had insurance on him but I would have much rather had the bull in good health. 

I don't know why I even bothered to make up a breeding list... I mean really, after our other bull died and we had to re-assign his cows to other bulls, and now this ones cows will have to be assigned to new bulls, because we aren't even sure how many of them he managed to breed in the short time he was out there and was still in working order....arggghhhhh.... frustrating is only the half of it, at this point I would sign the whole f'ing place over to the first person to walk by if I thought we could find a job and still manage to spend time together... I just want the cows to get bred, I don't care to whom they do it with at this point.   I just told R though, when he asked who to put the heifers this bull had with, to which bull they should go now...to just remember...that a quick decision based on the easiest thing to do right now could come back to bite him in the ass when he's calving those heifers out next spring...of course that is assuming we have any cows left by this winter...if we don't get any moisture soon we will not bother seeding any crop and no crop means no feed for the cows this winter...which means selling them off... which will send R's life into a tail spin.

I just can't shake the feeling of being under the BIG Thumb....

 Oh ya and to make a great day even lovelier...I sprained my finger...right hand, the finger next to my pinkie....I was clearing dead foilage off the perenial bed and lost my balance, the wind was very bad today again...I put my hand down to keep from falling backwards and all the fingers except for that one landed in the soft soil, that one was on a root or something and was bent back too far....it hurt a bit when it first happened and then I got busy watering...and never noticed until I went to go inside and tried to take my gloves off...that one wouldn't come off and when I grabbed the end of the fingers of the glove and yanked ...it hurt like a bitch...I finally peeled it off and my hand was all swollen and it hurt to move that finger.  I have this (sticky like bees wax) steroidal ointment for my arthritis and R insisted on rubbing that on my hand....I had to sit on my other hand to keep from punching him in the face while he was rubbing (quite vigorously) that shit onto my bloody finger. I know he thought he was helping but Christ Almighty...I had to restrain myself... and it didn't even help....not a tingle or a warming sensation...nothing...it still hurts and is still swollen only now it's turning a bit blue...and after rubbing that gunk on my hand R insisted on making us a cup of tea....because his parents were British and a cup'a always makes the world right. so he kindly made us both a cup of tea.

..but it tasted funny...no, actually it tasted grosse because he forgot to wash his hands off and had that steroidal ointment all over the handles and rims of our cups....Jesus, Joseph and Mary...the day was like an old Jerry Lewis movie.... I finally just sent him outside to treat the bull with penicillan and took a tylenol..

Days like this make me question my ability to endure the rest of the year...can't we just fast forward to Dec. 31 and start 2011 off with a bit more sanity.  Oh my god I dread what the remainder of the year has in store for us... I am waving my white flag already...