As you all probably know, I am in the Animal Science department at BYU-Idaho. This means that I am surrounded by a bunch of tough cowboys and of course, cows. I am taking an animal handling and behavior class, which of course has a lab. This lab is not your normal brewing and concocting in a lab. No-it is outside, rounding up cows, running them through chutes to check on them and do whatever you need to with them. Now, please note, I like to think that I am pretty dang tough. Lots of the cowboys and professors didn't used to take me seriously, but, I like to think that after they get to know me and see that I'm not just some skinny 'wanna be cowgirl' I have a little more respect in their eyes. Well after Friday-that has gone out the window.
So there I was, in lab, on Friday. We had to give the calves their pre-weening vaccinations. I volunteered to do the vaccinations, since I had done them before and I got to use a cool vaccination gun that I hadn't used before. I had done about 5-6 when all of a sudden, everything started to fog over. I was awake, but I felt like everything was going in slow motion and that I was about to collapse. So I turn to my classmate (soon to be best friend) April, tell her that I think I'm going to pass out, and hand her the vaccination gun. I sit down on the snow. By that time, my whole body was numb and I couldn't even feel that the snow was cold. I sit there for a second, and then try to get back up. I could barely stand up, so my professor told me to go sit in the truck. I make it over there and sit in the truck and almost promptly pass out. The next thing I remember is opening my eyes, my head is slumped down, and I can't seem to locate my arms or hands-that was confusing. Once I completely come-to, I can finally move my arms and hands. My professor comes over to check on me. Now I should tell you, my professor and I are pretty close. First off-he is my advisor. Second-I'm taking 2 classes from him this semester. Third-He is my main advisor on my huge breeding project that I have come up with. So basically, he was actually concerned-not just being a nice professor. He was a little shocked because apparently I was SUPER white. I had also started shaking. I wasn't cold at all-I was a little on the warm side. Once lab was over, we drove back up to the Livestock center. I was still shaking and pretty unstable on my feet. My professor made me eat something and drink some water. That helped give me more color, but I was still shaking pretty bad. Since I couldn't stop shaking and wasn't really thinking all that clearly, he wouldn't let me drive my truck-quite understandably I might add. So my classmate and new best friend April was appointed to drive my truck. My professor insisted that I see a doctor. When April called the Student Health Center on campus, they were full and couldn't see me, so I was taken to Urgent Care in town. The doctor there was super nice-and they got me back there super fast. The doctor was kind of concerned because he said I was super skinny and he kind of accused me of being anorexic. I didn't like that too much-I sort of love food-like a lot. He said that since I couldn't stop shaking, I needed an IV to get nutrients into me quickly. Let me tell you-I DO NOT LIKE IV'S. First of all, I have tiny baby veins in my arms so they can't ever find my veins. After digging-literally- in my arm for what seems like hours, the nurse finally decided to do the IV in my hand. Now don't hate the nurse-she was super nice and was so sorry that she was having to dig in my arm. My hand promptly went numb and that was quite the experience. And then, since the liquid stuff was only room temperature, half my arm quickly became FREEZING! April was super nice. She stayed with me the whole time, she even came back with me! I was thoroughly entertained as she regaled me with numerous stories! She is the best-seriously, a life saver! I have included pictures, because I know you just want to see pictures! :)
It looks so sickly...and stuff....
This is 2 days later. I call it my grandma bruise, because you always see those little old ladies with huge bruises all over their hands. I think mine looks like that.














































