I was talking to the receptionist at my dentist's office the other day. She happens to be married to my uncle (don't you love small towns?). We were talking about my job and I told her something that is really true: I spend much of my life covered in icky stuff.
What prompted my statement was an observation by her that I had black stuff on my hands. It was ink from tattooing some rabbits. And I realized that for work or play, I often end up getting quite dirty.
The other day I drew blood from six alpacas here at the clinic. We have an alley in the back that they pulled up to with the trailer and we did them in the back yard. It was a lot of fun for me. My assistants wanted to see but were all too chicken to actually do any of the holding work. I ended up kneeling in the grass/dirt/mud a lot- when I was done it looked like I'd been crawling around in a garden. As I sit here I've only seen three patients today so far and already am covered with black dog hair and have blood on my lab coat sleeve. Yesterday I somehow got blood on my pants. Blood, urine, feces, anal glans, more feces, afterbirth... long is the list of the stuff I get covered in. Oh well, the life of a veterinarian...
I had a dog with a fish hook in it's mouth the other day. This is pretty common, then people bring the dog in for us to remove the hook. I sedated the dog, and used the wire cutters to extricate the hook. It's so nice to have instant gratification of a cure like that. The dog left with some antibiotics and pain medication and was happy as can be. So were the owners.
Dr. May B. Insane is staying with me this week while she's on her opthamology portion of her vacation. It's nice to see her and reminisce about vet school. She looks a bit more relaxed too, which is good. I'm just waiting for her to do some horrible practical joke on me. I'm sure there's going to be one. She asked me where my glue was yesterday.........
When I ran the spell checker there were only five words misspelled on this post! Wow, I must be improving!!!
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