May. 31st, 2010

bah!

May. 31st, 2010 03:38 pm
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I will not belabor you with the whole story of my week. Suffice it to say, it has been not a lot of fun. Things go wrong, things die, sleep is not had, Dr is not happy. Good things from the week are along the lines of not getting a ticket after being pulled over, and the police re-impounding the impound dog that escaped from our kennel. I will give you a couple short selections of the excitement.


Woman left a message on the voice mail at work. Did not call the emergency line. I checked messages today, on the chance that there would be something that deserved a call back before tomorrow. Woman was speaking quietly and quickly, so I could not understand her name, or everything she said, other than that she has a week old puppy that has "severed its foot". Now, to me, this justifies a call to the emergency line, but apparently she didn't agree. I call her back anyway. She declines to bring the puppy in today (this happened yesterday, and it's no longer bleeding). She tells me that she used to go to a different veterinary clinic, and she took 2 pups there, and spent $800, and they both died anyway. I did my damnedest not to let the sarcasm and disdain seep through in my voice when I pointed out that while I don't know the circumstances surrounding that visit, I am almost certain that those 2 pups did not have the same issue that this pup currently has, so it is not fair to this pup or to the veterinarians at this clinic to decide that because those pups died, there's no point in bringing this one to a doctor. She agrees to bring the pup in, but not until tomorrow, since she doesn't want to pay an emergency fee.
Then she calls back less than 15 minutes later to cancel the appointment.

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Elderly woman calls in, says she's got a little dog with congestive heart failure, who's having a hard time breathing and today started seizing. Can't get a response from her usual veterinary clinic (which is 30 miles closer to her than ours is), so can she bring him in to me? Yes, that's fine, I'll meet you at the clinic.
I get to the clinic, and sit. and sit. and sit. and finally, after an hour of wasting my time, I call her back. It seems that the dog is breathing a little better and they can't afford the emergency fee and don't have enough gas in the car to get down here anyway. I do not bother trying to hide the sarcasm and disdain when I tell her that it would have been considerate of her to call and let me know she's not coming in, as I have been waiting for her for AN HOUR of time that I did not need to be at the clinic.

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There is a message on voice mail which consists of a woman saying her name. That's the entire message. No reason for calling. No phone number (we have it on file, but I did not bother to look it up and call her back). Just her name.
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Well well well.... guess who just called me? at 10:30 at night? No, no... not the lottery commission, much as I'd enjoy that. The bitch that stood me up this afternoon! Dog's worse, you see, and she REALLY wants to bring it in RIGHT NOW. Which means an hour from now, as they live about 50 miles from the clinic. Which means she wants me to be at the clinic pushing midnight. Did I mention that I haven't slept much this week and I am not a happy camper? I suggested that since she had already stood me up once today, perhaps she should try calling the C-ville clinic, which is, after all, 30 miles closer to her, and she doesn't, after all, have the gas to drive all the way down here.

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