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Weekend that wasn't
Aug. 17th, 2009 03:07 pmNo rest for the wicked, you know.
On top of our regularly scheduled Saturday, we had a lump removal, a gunshot dog, a broken-ribbed cat, an anorexic cat, a difficult calving, an acutely lame dog, and a horse laceration. Just a small indicator of our busy-ness; I spent 3 hours this morning (literally, I foisted all my appointments off on other doctors and did nothing else) catching up on charts and call backs from the weekend.
I ended up not going out to tend the cow, because the gent didn't have her caught. Don't know what the malfunction was there because he's usually a good guy to work with. Anyway, by the time he got her caught, she had the calf on her own. Yay.
The horse laceration was an adventure. Happened Friday, guy called Saturday morning. We'll call him Bud. Receptionist tells him we are already overbooked and can he call the vet in Park or C-ville? No, he wants us to do it. Okay, well can he bring the horse in? No, he doesn't have a trailer. Well, then it's going to be mid-afternoon and an emergency charge because there is no way we can get out to him during office hours. Dr will call when she's done with all the stuff here.
Bud stops in at the clinic at 10 am. No, Dr does not have time to talk to you, she's currently somehow managing to take X-rays on a cat and draw blood from a mule simultaneously right now. (Oh, forgot to mention, the folks with the mule brought along another horse and can't Dr just take a look at his eye since we're here?)
Bud calls back at 11 just to make sure we haven't forgotten him, because nobody's called yet. Right, well, we said AFTER noon, Bud, and she's still swamped. She will call AFTER noon, AFTER she finishes everything at the clinic, and she will not forget you.
When I finally get everything done, I call him. That's a bit after 1 pm. (We're supposed to close at noon.) Get directions to his place, and head out.
On the way, I get another phone call from a different client. I won't try to recreate the conversation, I'll just tell you the conclusion: If you don't want baby rabbits, having a male rabbit and a female rabbit is probably not the way to go. Putting them in separated hutches is nice, but if they're adjacent they can breed through the wire, and all the separation in the world is defeated by letting them have play time together in the yard.
When I get out to Bud's place, he's drinking a beer and there's at least one empty can on the counter. Oh joy. I ask him to get the horse out, and start carrying stuff up to where he wants me to work on her. He wants to tie her to a tree. I tell him no, I'd much rather you hold the horse. I do not work on tied horses, because if they freak out, someone's going to get hurt and it's probably the horse. I look at the wound, and start to tell him what I'm going to do with it. He wants to know if he should tie the horse up now. No, Bud, you should not. I will not ever tell you to tie the horse up. So I sedate the horse, and start cleaning the wound. He says she's leaning her head pretty heavily on him, and should he just tie her up? (FUCKING LISTEN YOU FUCK) No. Just hold the horse.
Finish up with her, and get the bill taken care of (shock! he paid!). Go over aftercare for the 4th time, and write it out on the receipt too, because the man is obviously not listening as fast as I'm talking. Then I go home. Finally. For a couple hours.
Sunday was better, but not really calm either, what with the hit by car kitten that died, and the broken-knee-cap kitten.
Today, Bud calls back. It seems they tried to trailer the little horse yesterday to send her to her new stomping grounds, and she was having none of it. He wants to know if I can come back out and sedate her so he can get her loaded. We have a long conversation about how sedation does not substitute for training, the horse will probably be HARDER to load next time not easier, hauling a sedated horse is dangerous, sedated horses often won't step up into a trailer, blah blah blah. Since Bud is getting divorced and selling the house and needs to get all the animals off of it, we consent to have Dr S stop by this afternoon, since he's driving past anyway. Bud says he'll get the trailer backed up level so there's not step up, and will just tie the horse in the trailer until the sedative wears off. I tell him this is not a plan I approve of; if the horse freaks out in the trailer, something's going to break and I almost guarantee it won't be the lead rope. NO TIE HORSE! GET IT?!?! repeat AND repeat and hopefully he got the point. Put the horse in the trailer, turn her loose, and let her stand there for 20 minutes while the sedative wears off. Do not tie her.
Bud calls the clinic at his appointment time, and says he's stuck in traffic and can't get home. Receptionist, for some reason never to be explained by rationality, asks ME what to do about it. Try calling Dr S or Assistant with him to let them know?!? So currently, Dr S is waiting at Bud's house, hopefully in a pissy enough mood to charge by the hour as he should, for Bud to show up so he can drug the horse into doing something she SHOULD have been trained to do long ago. Will update when Dr S returns as to how that goes.
ETA: Apparently, Dr S had waited 10 minutes and then left, and was all the way back to town before Receptionist called him. So he had to turn and go all the way back out. Also, Bud is just incompetent or something, because Dr S and Assistant got horse loaded smoothly in less than 5 minutes, with no sedatives.
On top of our regularly scheduled Saturday, we had a lump removal, a gunshot dog, a broken-ribbed cat, an anorexic cat, a difficult calving, an acutely lame dog, and a horse laceration. Just a small indicator of our busy-ness; I spent 3 hours this morning (literally, I foisted all my appointments off on other doctors and did nothing else) catching up on charts and call backs from the weekend.
I ended up not going out to tend the cow, because the gent didn't have her caught. Don't know what the malfunction was there because he's usually a good guy to work with. Anyway, by the time he got her caught, she had the calf on her own. Yay.
The horse laceration was an adventure. Happened Friday, guy called Saturday morning. We'll call him Bud. Receptionist tells him we are already overbooked and can he call the vet in Park or C-ville? No, he wants us to do it. Okay, well can he bring the horse in? No, he doesn't have a trailer. Well, then it's going to be mid-afternoon and an emergency charge because there is no way we can get out to him during office hours. Dr will call when she's done with all the stuff here.
Bud stops in at the clinic at 10 am. No, Dr does not have time to talk to you, she's currently somehow managing to take X-rays on a cat and draw blood from a mule simultaneously right now. (Oh, forgot to mention, the folks with the mule brought along another horse and can't Dr just take a look at his eye since we're here?)
Bud calls back at 11 just to make sure we haven't forgotten him, because nobody's called yet. Right, well, we said AFTER noon, Bud, and she's still swamped. She will call AFTER noon, AFTER she finishes everything at the clinic, and she will not forget you.
When I finally get everything done, I call him. That's a bit after 1 pm. (We're supposed to close at noon.) Get directions to his place, and head out.
On the way, I get another phone call from a different client. I won't try to recreate the conversation, I'll just tell you the conclusion: If you don't want baby rabbits, having a male rabbit and a female rabbit is probably not the way to go. Putting them in separated hutches is nice, but if they're adjacent they can breed through the wire, and all the separation in the world is defeated by letting them have play time together in the yard.
When I get out to Bud's place, he's drinking a beer and there's at least one empty can on the counter. Oh joy. I ask him to get the horse out, and start carrying stuff up to where he wants me to work on her. He wants to tie her to a tree. I tell him no, I'd much rather you hold the horse. I do not work on tied horses, because if they freak out, someone's going to get hurt and it's probably the horse. I look at the wound, and start to tell him what I'm going to do with it. He wants to know if he should tie the horse up now. No, Bud, you should not. I will not ever tell you to tie the horse up. So I sedate the horse, and start cleaning the wound. He says she's leaning her head pretty heavily on him, and should he just tie her up? (FUCKING LISTEN YOU FUCK) No. Just hold the horse.
Finish up with her, and get the bill taken care of (shock! he paid!). Go over aftercare for the 4th time, and write it out on the receipt too, because the man is obviously not listening as fast as I'm talking. Then I go home. Finally. For a couple hours.
Sunday was better, but not really calm either, what with the hit by car kitten that died, and the broken-knee-cap kitten.
Today, Bud calls back. It seems they tried to trailer the little horse yesterday to send her to her new stomping grounds, and she was having none of it. He wants to know if I can come back out and sedate her so he can get her loaded. We have a long conversation about how sedation does not substitute for training, the horse will probably be HARDER to load next time not easier, hauling a sedated horse is dangerous, sedated horses often won't step up into a trailer, blah blah blah. Since Bud is getting divorced and selling the house and needs to get all the animals off of it, we consent to have Dr S stop by this afternoon, since he's driving past anyway. Bud says he'll get the trailer backed up level so there's not step up, and will just tie the horse in the trailer until the sedative wears off. I tell him this is not a plan I approve of; if the horse freaks out in the trailer, something's going to break and I almost guarantee it won't be the lead rope. NO TIE HORSE! GET IT?!?! repeat AND repeat and hopefully he got the point. Put the horse in the trailer, turn her loose, and let her stand there for 20 minutes while the sedative wears off. Do not tie her.
Bud calls the clinic at his appointment time, and says he's stuck in traffic and can't get home. Receptionist, for some reason never to be explained by rationality, asks ME what to do about it. Try calling Dr S or Assistant with him to let them know?!? So currently, Dr S is waiting at Bud's house, hopefully in a pissy enough mood to charge by the hour as he should, for Bud to show up so he can drug the horse into doing something she SHOULD have been trained to do long ago. Will update when Dr S returns as to how that goes.
ETA: Apparently, Dr S had waited 10 minutes and then left, and was all the way back to town before Receptionist called him. So he had to turn and go all the way back out. Also, Bud is just incompetent or something, because Dr S and Assistant got horse loaded smoothly in less than 5 minutes, with no sedatives.
