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draggonlaady) wrote2008-07-28 02:11 pm
draggonlaady) wrote2008-07-28 02:11 pm
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So confused.
The weekend was hell on wheels; no reason why, as it wasn't a full moon.
Saturday I showed up to work and we had 4 things scheduled, only 2 of which needed an exam. That changed.
Ended up with 2 dogs that we had to completely anesthetize just to get the grass seeds out of their ears. One of them was just too bouncy to cope with, the other one was trying to eat my technician.
Despite being a non-painful procedure, we had to sedate the crap out of another dog so we could take x-rays of it's elbows, because he's a total freak about any restraint.
2 euthanasias.
And 1 really nice, calm, friendly, handsome cat for a rabies shot.
First thing in the morning, I called Mrs Miller about some blood work on a bitch she's trying to get bred. Told her that Monday morning would be a good time to breed. She asks can I do it tomorrow (Sunday). I say that Monday should be fine. She wants Sunday. I tell her it'll more than double her cost, because I'm (sure as all fuck) charging her an emergency fee if she wants me to come in on Sunday. She says that's fine. Well, whatever. It's money and at least her dog is easy to collect from. Don't know why she keeps breeding him when he can't figure out how to work his equipment with the bitch though.
Get a call just as we're going to bed that night, about a cat with swelling around her spay incision. Figure "why the hell not?" Bring her on in tomorrow at 9 too, we can just have a whole 'nother day at the clinic.
So bright and early Sunday, we get to the clinic (I dragged Bruce along, because I'm mean that way). The folks with the cat are already there (half an hour before I told them to be), but that's okay, we get the cat looked at and squared away before Mrs Miller even gets there. She drops her dogs off, we get him collected and her inseminated, and all the normal morning chores done.
Mrs Miller comes to get the dogs, and I explain that while the dog was easy to collect and the semen looked good, there wasn't very much of it, so it might be a good idea to re-inseminate tomorrow morning. (Yeah, you know, the time we originally tried to get her scheduled for...) She makes an appointment for as late as possible in the afternoon (um. morning? afternoon? But, she was the one who was so worried about being too late if we waited until Monday in the first place.)
So we get home and finally get breakfast (lunch? applesauce waffles. yummy!) eaten just in time for another call.
Back to the clinic to put an IV catheter in an old sick dog.
Finish that and head to the grocery store. While there, get a call from a guy who says his parents are out of town and the neighbor is watching their dog. Neighbor just called him and says the dog got porcupined. He'll bring it in, but first he has to go get the dog. Okay.
We're just checking out when the guy calls back; seems the neighbors are very confused, and the porcupined dog is not his, it's the OTHER neighbor's dog (who looks similar).
Back a couple times more during the afternoon to check on the old sick dog and make sure his IV's flowing okay.
Thankfully, no calls in the middle of the night.
Which brings us to today...
Apparently, I am incapable of setting the alarm clock correctly, as it was turned off this AM. Woke up 20 minutes late, got to work 10 minutes late.
2 cat euthanasias this morning.
Mostly things are going fairly smoothly though.
Until I answer the phone. (I know, I should never do these things)
First caller wants an exact amount for a dental with extraction of a broken canine in a 10 year old dog we haven't seen for years. Had a long discussion about blood work and kidney disease and what we do if we find kidney disease. Wants exact amounts for all possibilities, but doesn't want to spend "a whole ton of money" on the dog. Back to the extraction; I try to explain that I can't give her an exact amount, because it depends on how long it takes to do the extraction, which in turn depends on how firmly attached the tooth is and how healthy the root is. Also, I can't even begin to guess on if there will be multiple extractions. Spend 15 minutes talking to her and I don't think she was at all happy with my inability to see the future.
Next one I answer starts right off with "We've got an emergency. My little dog's having a really hard time walking, and is holding her head all twisted around to the side."
"Okay, how long has that been going on?"
"Well, just a little while."
(Don't sigh exasperatedly into the phone!) "How long is a while?"
"Well, not long. Maybe about 10 minutes?"
"Alright. How long will it take you to get to the clinic?"
"We're just out here on B-lake Road."
(Again, DO NOT sigh exasperatedly into the phone! Obviously there is no point in telling her that there's a 30 minute drive difference between the near and far ends of the road.) "Okay, ma'am, but how long will it take you to get to the clinic?"
...
"Alright ma'am, if you come in right now, we can get you in with Dr S."
"Who?"
"Dr S H"
"What clinic did I call again?"
"The C Veterinary Clinic."
"And what doctor is that?"
"Dr. S H"
"I've never seen him."
"I'm sorry ma'am, he's been here for 18 years now. And he's the doctor who is available if you come in now. Otherwise, nobody will be available until after 4."
"Oh, well... okay."
Saturday I showed up to work and we had 4 things scheduled, only 2 of which needed an exam. That changed.
Ended up with 2 dogs that we had to completely anesthetize just to get the grass seeds out of their ears. One of them was just too bouncy to cope with, the other one was trying to eat my technician.
Despite being a non-painful procedure, we had to sedate the crap out of another dog so we could take x-rays of it's elbows, because he's a total freak about any restraint.
2 euthanasias.
And 1 really nice, calm, friendly, handsome cat for a rabies shot.
First thing in the morning, I called Mrs Miller about some blood work on a bitch she's trying to get bred. Told her that Monday morning would be a good time to breed. She asks can I do it tomorrow (Sunday). I say that Monday should be fine. She wants Sunday. I tell her it'll more than double her cost, because I'm (sure as all fuck) charging her an emergency fee if she wants me to come in on Sunday. She says that's fine. Well, whatever. It's money and at least her dog is easy to collect from. Don't know why she keeps breeding him when he can't figure out how to work his equipment with the bitch though.
Get a call just as we're going to bed that night, about a cat with swelling around her spay incision. Figure "why the hell not?" Bring her on in tomorrow at 9 too, we can just have a whole 'nother day at the clinic.
So bright and early Sunday, we get to the clinic (I dragged Bruce along, because I'm mean that way). The folks with the cat are already there (half an hour before I told them to be), but that's okay, we get the cat looked at and squared away before Mrs Miller even gets there. She drops her dogs off, we get him collected and her inseminated, and all the normal morning chores done.
Mrs Miller comes to get the dogs, and I explain that while the dog was easy to collect and the semen looked good, there wasn't very much of it, so it might be a good idea to re-inseminate tomorrow morning. (Yeah, you know, the time we originally tried to get her scheduled for...) She makes an appointment for as late as possible in the afternoon (um. morning? afternoon? But, she was the one who was so worried about being too late if we waited until Monday in the first place.)
So we get home and finally get breakfast (lunch? applesauce waffles. yummy!) eaten just in time for another call.
Back to the clinic to put an IV catheter in an old sick dog.
Finish that and head to the grocery store. While there, get a call from a guy who says his parents are out of town and the neighbor is watching their dog. Neighbor just called him and says the dog got porcupined. He'll bring it in, but first he has to go get the dog. Okay.
We're just checking out when the guy calls back; seems the neighbors are very confused, and the porcupined dog is not his, it's the OTHER neighbor's dog (who looks similar).
Back a couple times more during the afternoon to check on the old sick dog and make sure his IV's flowing okay.
Thankfully, no calls in the middle of the night.
Which brings us to today...
Apparently, I am incapable of setting the alarm clock correctly, as it was turned off this AM. Woke up 20 minutes late, got to work 10 minutes late.
2 cat euthanasias this morning.
Mostly things are going fairly smoothly though.
Until I answer the phone. (I know, I should never do these things)
First caller wants an exact amount for a dental with extraction of a broken canine in a 10 year old dog we haven't seen for years. Had a long discussion about blood work and kidney disease and what we do if we find kidney disease. Wants exact amounts for all possibilities, but doesn't want to spend "a whole ton of money" on the dog. Back to the extraction; I try to explain that I can't give her an exact amount, because it depends on how long it takes to do the extraction, which in turn depends on how firmly attached the tooth is and how healthy the root is. Also, I can't even begin to guess on if there will be multiple extractions. Spend 15 minutes talking to her and I don't think she was at all happy with my inability to see the future.
Next one I answer starts right off with "We've got an emergency. My little dog's having a really hard time walking, and is holding her head all twisted around to the side."
"Okay, how long has that been going on?"
"Well, just a little while."
(Don't sigh exasperatedly into the phone!) "How long is a while?"
"Well, not long. Maybe about 10 minutes?"
"Alright. How long will it take you to get to the clinic?"
"We're just out here on B-lake Road."
(Again, DO NOT sigh exasperatedly into the phone! Obviously there is no point in telling her that there's a 30 minute drive difference between the near and far ends of the road.) "Okay, ma'am, but how long will it take you to get to the clinic?"
...
"Alright ma'am, if you come in right now, we can get you in with Dr S."
"Who?"
"Dr S H"
"What clinic did I call again?"
"The C Veterinary Clinic."
"And what doctor is that?"
"Dr. S H"
"I've never seen him."
"I'm sorry ma'am, he's been here for 18 years now. And he's the doctor who is available if you come in now. Otherwise, nobody will be available until after 4."
"Oh, well... okay."
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Although you are probably right.