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draggonlaady) wrote2008-06-12 04:23 pm
draggonlaady) wrote2008-06-12 04:23 pm
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Good God
It's not the full moon, that's next week. So I have no explanation for the past 2 days.
Yesterday started off right after 8 with a walk-in sick cat. Followed by a mauled-by-dog cat, followed by a hit-by-car dog. These in addition to the regular surgery and appointment schedule.
Dr M had finished his surgeries and was working on the mauled-by-dog cat while I worked on the hit-by-car dog. In the midst of this, Dr M gets the dreaded call from his mother--his dad had died. So I'm trying to help him finish stitching up the cat while the tech cleans the wounds on the dog, so he can get gone sooner.
The receptionists scramble around trying to get in touch with all M's appointments for both yesterday and today.
And in the midst of the scramble, a woman calls with a llama that gave birth the day before. Won't let the baby nurse at all, and has something (vagina? whole freaking uterus? owner doesn't know) prolapsed. She does not, of course, own a trailer or have any way to haul the llamas to the clinic. Sorry, but I cannot just drop the 3 emergencies I'm already working on to drive out to GOK where. Get a trailer, and call back, or call a different clinic to see if they're less swamped. We didn't hear back.
Then I spent my whole lunch break filling out the morning's charts and returning calls from the day before and that morning.
The afternoon was merely busy, not frantic.
Today's emergency theme seems to be head trauma. First one was right after 8am, kitten with a bloody nose and very poor response to stimulus. Owner has no idea what happened. When I say that it looks like he's taken a whack to the head, she wants ME to tell HER how that happened. She also doesn't want to spend any money 'on a kitten she's trying to give away anyway'. Great. Manage to talk her into supportive care, but no diagnostics. Depending on how things go, I may end up with a fifth cat, because I think he'll come out of it, but I don't know if she'll give him the time.
Reception couldn't get in touch with everybody on M's schedule yesterday, so some of them still showed up this morning; was fun trying to juggle them in with mine and the emergency.
My favorite was someone who showed up without an appointment, wanting to see M. When told he wasn't here today due to a family emergency, they snapped "well, what am I supposed to do with my cats then?!" There's some sympathy for you. Guess M's not allowed to have a life outside the clinic, and is expected to drop the whole family for someone who can't bother to make an appointment?
Just before lunch (and I mean JUST before; 11:58am, baby!) I get the second head trauma of the day; a wild rabbit that's been hit by a car. This one actually IS mine, I can't give wild animals back as pets. Lady that brought him in gave a little money, but surgery's coming out of my pocket. Eyeball's ruptured. Managed to sneak a damn-fast (if I say so myself) enucleation in between appointments this afternoon. If he survives the night, I'll take him home and pen him in my yard for a while to get used to the whole monocular way of life. I think I'm calling him One-Eyed Jack. We'll see how well he adapts, if he looks like he'll handle it, I'll turn him loose in the great big field behind my place.
Yesterday started off right after 8 with a walk-in sick cat. Followed by a mauled-by-dog cat, followed by a hit-by-car dog. These in addition to the regular surgery and appointment schedule.
Dr M had finished his surgeries and was working on the mauled-by-dog cat while I worked on the hit-by-car dog. In the midst of this, Dr M gets the dreaded call from his mother--his dad had died. So I'm trying to help him finish stitching up the cat while the tech cleans the wounds on the dog, so he can get gone sooner.
The receptionists scramble around trying to get in touch with all M's appointments for both yesterday and today.
And in the midst of the scramble, a woman calls with a llama that gave birth the day before. Won't let the baby nurse at all, and has something (vagina? whole freaking uterus? owner doesn't know) prolapsed. She does not, of course, own a trailer or have any way to haul the llamas to the clinic. Sorry, but I cannot just drop the 3 emergencies I'm already working on to drive out to GOK where. Get a trailer, and call back, or call a different clinic to see if they're less swamped. We didn't hear back.
Then I spent my whole lunch break filling out the morning's charts and returning calls from the day before and that morning.
The afternoon was merely busy, not frantic.
Today's emergency theme seems to be head trauma. First one was right after 8am, kitten with a bloody nose and very poor response to stimulus. Owner has no idea what happened. When I say that it looks like he's taken a whack to the head, she wants ME to tell HER how that happened. She also doesn't want to spend any money 'on a kitten she's trying to give away anyway'. Great. Manage to talk her into supportive care, but no diagnostics. Depending on how things go, I may end up with a fifth cat, because I think he'll come out of it, but I don't know if she'll give him the time.
Reception couldn't get in touch with everybody on M's schedule yesterday, so some of them still showed up this morning; was fun trying to juggle them in with mine and the emergency.
My favorite was someone who showed up without an appointment, wanting to see M. When told he wasn't here today due to a family emergency, they snapped "well, what am I supposed to do with my cats then?!" There's some sympathy for you. Guess M's not allowed to have a life outside the clinic, and is expected to drop the whole family for someone who can't bother to make an appointment?
Just before lunch (and I mean JUST before; 11:58am, baby!) I get the second head trauma of the day; a wild rabbit that's been hit by a car. This one actually IS mine, I can't give wild animals back as pets. Lady that brought him in gave a little money, but surgery's coming out of my pocket. Eyeball's ruptured. Managed to sneak a damn-fast (if I say so myself) enucleation in between appointments this afternoon. If he survives the night, I'll take him home and pen him in my yard for a while to get used to the whole monocular way of life. I think I'm calling him One-Eyed Jack. We'll see how well he adapts, if he looks like he'll handle it, I'll turn him loose in the great big field behind my place.