Some of you older (read, my age(oh, that's right, I've never really told my age)) readers will catch my title's reference to Rocky and Bullwinkle. That was the phrase Rocky always said before another cartoon played. Just thought I'd share some of the more entertaining foibles of the last couple of weeks.
You know you're in veterinary medicine if:
... the client calls and says he wants his dog "pressed and dried" (groomed).
... you look at the world through a haze of fecals and blood films.
... you dress with the possibility of getting blood/anal glands/urine/vomit on your clothes.
... you keep a change of clothes at work.
... your workplace has a shower in the bathroom.
... you use words like "emasculate" and "castrate" in everyday conversations.
... you look at a tomato/mayo mixture and see abscess goo.
... the oil slick at the gas station looks like an abdominal radiograph with an obstructive pattern.
... you routinely go around sticking your arm up rectums.
That's a beginning anyway. You other veterinary types that read this blog (I know you're out there) feel free to chime in on the comments. Also, for those of you veterinary types who commented on my bald cat, I know it's probably stress/psychosomatic but haven't gotten around to medicating her yet. Also, she's SOOOOOOOOO much fun to chase down for BID meds....
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