Thursday, August 15, 2019

August 15th 2019

   I've been doing the breathing treatments and they seem to be working, better than I thought they would. My lungs are opening up and I'm coughing up some of the fluids and blood-tinged spit. That said my breathing is still labored. Without O2 my stats run sometimes in the 80s but most times in the lower 90s with my heart rate going fast. I start that next leg of treatment soon.

   Tomorrow I'll pay Mark and Zac to catch and load the calves. I'll be there but not as active as I usually am. I'll work the gate. We get them loaded and sold that money will buy the last of the hay. Hopefully, we will have some leftover for gravel but the market ain't good on cattle here. The only people making money on cattle are the sales lot and grocery stores. 10 years from now small cattle farmers like we are will be driven out and replaced by Factory Farms where they will say how much and how they want to raise their cattle. Mark's hip is gone and I'm not in good shape, so we're both considering a lifetime without cattle.