Being a vet is not what I do, it’s what I am. I knew that from a very young age. My mum recently told me that at the age of three, when I found out that there was a type of doctor that looked after animals, I decided that was what I was going to be. Twenty years on and I achieved that dream.
Crap. What do I do now?
When I first started my vet degree I was convinced I was going to be a horse vet, 2 lectures on horses later and I’d pretty much decided against that. After that I fell in love with wildlife work, until I discovered how many diseases you could catch from wildlife! And my personal paranoia about sickness kicked in and cut that dream short. Then I started working as a nurse in an emergency centre and discovered a passion for emergency work, its speed and its variety. I also discovered the pure joy that was surgery, using nothing but my hands and my wits to fix a problem.
So where to from here?
Do I go out into general practice use the gruelling reality of day-to-day practice to hone the skills imparted by university? Do I leap into an internship and start down the intensive path to specialisation? Do I try my hand at doing emergency work straight from uni in the ultimate baptism of fire?
With so many choices available I did the logical thing, paralysed, I did absolutely nothing.
And, just by chance, a job fell into my lap. A job doing incredible research, working with sheep and pigs and dogs. A job I hadn’t even thought possible as a new grad let alone considered. A job a million miles from a tiny girl's dream of playing doctor to puppies.
Isn’t life odd?
Crap. What do I do now?
When I first started my vet degree I was convinced I was going to be a horse vet, 2 lectures on horses later and I’d pretty much decided against that. After that I fell in love with wildlife work, until I discovered how many diseases you could catch from wildlife! And my personal paranoia about sickness kicked in and cut that dream short. Then I started working as a nurse in an emergency centre and discovered a passion for emergency work, its speed and its variety. I also discovered the pure joy that was surgery, using nothing but my hands and my wits to fix a problem.
So where to from here?
Do I go out into general practice use the gruelling reality of day-to-day practice to hone the skills imparted by university? Do I leap into an internship and start down the intensive path to specialisation? Do I try my hand at doing emergency work straight from uni in the ultimate baptism of fire?
With so many choices available I did the logical thing, paralysed, I did absolutely nothing.
And, just by chance, a job fell into my lap. A job doing incredible research, working with sheep and pigs and dogs. A job I hadn’t even thought possible as a new grad let alone considered. A job a million miles from a tiny girl's dream of playing doctor to puppies.
Isn’t life odd?
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