I had promised Jo, the organizer of the endurance race this weekend, that I would run the trails one last time to see if there was any additional marking and/or trimming that needed to be done, so Flash and I set out to do just that. I took a bunch of trail flags with me, and had quite a few to put up on the green trail, just to clarify wherever there was any doubt at an intersection. It was hard to get Flash to slow down long enough to stick a clothespin on a branch, and it usually took several passes and some stern warnings, but we eventually got it done. We also made great time, even though we stopped a lot along the way. Very happy with the ride! I found that the Orange trail also needs additional markers and some trimming, so that’s my plan tomorrow, on Apollo, who will hopefully be willing to stand long enough for me to lop some branches off and hang some markers. I wanted Flash to have two good days of rest before the big event on Saturday. Got back, gave him a bath (most useless exercise ever!), changed clothes and headed for the hospital. They managed to fix his A-fib, one shock and it was back to normal, I just hope it last longer than three days this time! Then he spent the rest of the day waiting for a dialysis bed to open up, and once again, “transport,” first telling him at 3:15 they’d be moving him up shortly, then at 4:45 telling him they would get him by 5:00, then at 5:35, sick of waiting for “transport,” I put him in a wheelchair and hauled him up to dialysis myself. They had machines open, but Hubby needed to be in a bed, so I went back downstairs and brought his bed up, which didn’t make anybody happy, but I was sick of wasting time. Sorry, that’s just the way I’m built. Anyway, they then got him ready, and proceed to try to use his existing buttonholes, even letting me have a chance, but the vein didn’t seem to be working at all. Then we switched to sharp needles and just tried to find the two veins. That took three technicians and about 40 minutes before we found two working sites. This was a strong clue that the “fix” they did on the fistula wasn’t going to work, and by the time he got done with his prescribed two hours (it was now almost 9:00), it was too late to do anything again, so now it was ANOTHER night in the hospital! I had run out and picked him up some chili at Publix, so at least he had food since he had missed dinner (and he didn’t want any more hospital food anyway), and I had to leave him with his dinner because I had to get back to camp. The horses got fed around 10:30, and me about 15 minutes later, so it’s going to be midnight by the time I get to bed. Exhaustion is starting to creep in…
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