First Class Service

I've got a couple of blog posts rolling around in my head that I need to write, but I am having trouble. One has to do with my frustration with collection, or more accurately the lack thereof, and the other has to do with a "thing" that Izzy and I are dealing with. I am just not quite ready to put pen to paper regarding either situation.

The thing is, I really try to live my life focused on the positive side of things. It's not that I stick my head in the sand or that I ignore the crap that happens around me; I just don't like to give said crap any more attention than absolutely necessary.

No crap that I want to polish - move along!

Some people like to take those crappy problems and polish and buff them until they shine. Ask those people how life is going and they'll be ready to tell you all about how horrible this and that is. They always remind me of Gollum worrying at his "precious."

Instead of being impressed by crap, I refuse to let it take over. It's a tough struggle though. Sometimes, those crappy situations take on a life of their own and seem to simply clamor for my attention. HEY, YOU! NICE LADY ... YEAH, YOU!!! YOU LOOK LIKE YOU NEED TO DEAL WITH SOME REAL SH*T. COME ON OVER HERE FOR A MINUTE.

I am not kidding. Crap is like that. As loud as it shouts though, I turn a deaf ear and look for the positive outcome. It's hard to do, but I simply refuse to entertain Crap - let him find a new place to hang his hat.

All of this means that I don't want to bore you with tales of my problems and frustrations. I like to wait until I have a working solution before I share ... Izzy's leg was a good example. I shared the progress, but never until I had my vet's diagnosis or prognosis.

Speaking of vets ... we're trying out another treatment, Azium, for Izzy's aforementioned issue. I spoke to Dr. Tolley yesterday afternoon, and we decided that a four day run of the Azium would tell us what we needed to know. I agreed to stop by on my lunch hour the next day to pick it up.

Azium is a powder, but Dr. Tolley makes it all seem like happy pills!

A few minutes after arriving at the barn, who do I see pull in next door but Dr. Tolley himself. The neighbor's old man gelding was having some trouble and needed to be seen. As soon as I walked up to the truck, Dr. Tolley whipped out my Azium packets and asked me to take care of the financial end the next day. 

That's the real point of this post. When you develop a good relationship with your vet, he'll think of you when he's heading out for a field call and then trust you to remember to call back to take care of the billing. That's the kind of stuff I like to polish and shine, the kind and generous acts of the people around me.

I am truly blessed.