Friday morning. Bluuurrrgh. I don't want to get out of bed. Just a few minutes more? Oh jeeze Chryso, you've set your alarm fifteen minutes later than normal so you could sleep in. Come on, you can do it. Need coffee. Yeah. Lots of it.
I don't want to go to work.
I don't want to go to work.
What a crap week. Walked in the door on Monday to land myself with four intensive medical cases. All needing IV drips, blood tests, hourly feeding and medication. And I have no idea what's actually wrong with any of them. Consults are still going on. People have been waiting for over forty minutes. Owners are calling about their pets in hospital. No, I haven't got results back. Actually, I haven't had a chance to read up on their symptoms, and therefore I haven't read about what tests to run yet. Let's just keep them overnight for observation, ok? We'll treat symptomatically and wait for some of these general test results to come back. Oh man, it's 8pm now. I guess I should just pick it all up in the morning.
Tuesday. Consults non stop. Most of the tests on my intensive cases came back as normal or ambiguous. AAARRGH. I haven't actually gotten around to checking all of them, because they all need extensive treatment - and I've been here since 8 am! I feel like I'm neglecting all of them because I haven't got enough time to devote to each. The other vets are all too busy to help me. Oops, our blood machine exploded so I'll have to do these by hand. Oh great, it's 8pm again.
Wednesday, my rostered surgery day, we had no surgeries booked in. Thank goodness. With all the continuing tests and intensive care, we were so flat out we barely finished everything on time. Still no answers for three of them. And the other one? That poor puppy has parvovirus. Miserable, emaciated, dehydrated, vomiting, and shooting out foul bloody diarrhoea everywhere. She's so sick, I'm treating her as best I can, and the owners are running out of money. I think she's going to die anyway. Or I'll be the one to come with the green needle to end her suffering.
Thursday, my rostered day off. I can has relax now? My parents came to visit. Bah, no sleep in. We argued about where to have lunch. We drove halfway to another suburb before we decided it was too far. We drove in another direction to find a national park and decided it was too rainy. We found a sheltered barbecue in another suburb only to find it was too wet to reach. And then when we finally managed to get enough wood to stand on to work the barbecue, it didn't work. Sigh. Headed back into town. Settled for fast food. Got into an argument about changing certain aspects of my share house. I couldn't explain why this would upset my housemates. Finally relented and agreed to let them do it. Housemates got back later, found out straight away, and were extremely upset. I couldn't explain why it had upset my parents. Fun atmosphere now in both my homes. Hoo-freaking-ray. I'll just go curl up in a ball on my bed, okay?
Come on Chryso, let's go, don't dawdle, you know how bad Fridays are. Bucketing down rain again. Straight to the hospital to see what the heck they did with my cases on my day off. Oh look, they sent three of them home on symptomatic treatment. Still have no idea of what's wrong, but they're improving on the drugs we were giving. How's that for practicing good medicine, huh?! At least I don't have as many treatments to do. Consults are starting soon. Double booked already. YAY. Oh man, I can't do this. How the heck am I going to work today?! I can't do this. I don't want to be here. I actually, really don't want to be here. I WANT TO BE ON A BEACH SOMEWHERE DOZING IN THE SUNSHINE. Okay, okay, you're surrounded by people, Chryso, and lots of expensive equipment. Resist the urge to start breaking things. Come. Let's go check the last patient.
It's the puppy with parvo. She looks up at me, smiles a doggy smile, and wags her tail. She sticks her paws onto my lap and nuzzles her head into my hand. I offer her a piece of chicken she eats it, looking up at me for more. No vomit. No diarrhoea. She's going to make it. She hops into my lap and rolls over, asking for a belly rub. Oh, my gosh, she's going to make it.
I walk into my first consult for the day, grinning.
I don't want to go to work.
I don't want to go to work.
What a crap week. Walked in the door on Monday to land myself with four intensive medical cases. All needing IV drips, blood tests, hourly feeding and medication. And I have no idea what's actually wrong with any of them. Consults are still going on. People have been waiting for over forty minutes. Owners are calling about their pets in hospital. No, I haven't got results back. Actually, I haven't had a chance to read up on their symptoms, and therefore I haven't read about what tests to run yet. Let's just keep them overnight for observation, ok? We'll treat symptomatically and wait for some of these general test results to come back. Oh man, it's 8pm now. I guess I should just pick it all up in the morning.
Tuesday. Consults non stop. Most of the tests on my intensive cases came back as normal or ambiguous. AAARRGH. I haven't actually gotten around to checking all of them, because they all need extensive treatment - and I've been here since 8 am! I feel like I'm neglecting all of them because I haven't got enough time to devote to each. The other vets are all too busy to help me. Oops, our blood machine exploded so I'll have to do these by hand. Oh great, it's 8pm again.
Wednesday, my rostered surgery day, we had no surgeries booked in. Thank goodness. With all the continuing tests and intensive care, we were so flat out we barely finished everything on time. Still no answers for three of them. And the other one? That poor puppy has parvovirus. Miserable, emaciated, dehydrated, vomiting, and shooting out foul bloody diarrhoea everywhere. She's so sick, I'm treating her as best I can, and the owners are running out of money. I think she's going to die anyway. Or I'll be the one to come with the green needle to end her suffering.
Thursday, my rostered day off. I can has relax now? My parents came to visit. Bah, no sleep in. We argued about where to have lunch. We drove halfway to another suburb before we decided it was too far. We drove in another direction to find a national park and decided it was too rainy. We found a sheltered barbecue in another suburb only to find it was too wet to reach. And then when we finally managed to get enough wood to stand on to work the barbecue, it didn't work. Sigh. Headed back into town. Settled for fast food. Got into an argument about changing certain aspects of my share house. I couldn't explain why this would upset my housemates. Finally relented and agreed to let them do it. Housemates got back later, found out straight away, and were extremely upset. I couldn't explain why it had upset my parents. Fun atmosphere now in both my homes. Hoo-freaking-ray. I'll just go curl up in a ball on my bed, okay?
Come on Chryso, let's go, don't dawdle, you know how bad Fridays are. Bucketing down rain again. Straight to the hospital to see what the heck they did with my cases on my day off. Oh look, they sent three of them home on symptomatic treatment. Still have no idea of what's wrong, but they're improving on the drugs we were giving. How's that for practicing good medicine, huh?! At least I don't have as many treatments to do. Consults are starting soon. Double booked already. YAY. Oh man, I can't do this. How the heck am I going to work today?! I can't do this. I don't want to be here. I actually, really don't want to be here. I WANT TO BE ON A BEACH SOMEWHERE DOZING IN THE SUNSHINE. Okay, okay, you're surrounded by people, Chryso, and lots of expensive equipment. Resist the urge to start breaking things. Come. Let's go check the last patient.
It's the puppy with parvo. She looks up at me, smiles a doggy smile, and wags her tail. She sticks her paws onto my lap and nuzzles her head into my hand. I offer her a piece of chicken she eats it, looking up at me for more. No vomit. No diarrhoea. She's going to make it. She hops into my lap and rolls over, asking for a belly rub. Oh, my gosh, she's going to make it.
I walk into my first consult for the day, grinning.
Good that you're getting satisfaction for something. Most of the time it's difficult to remember why we're doing this. Other times it's impossible.
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I'm a first year, just wondering would you want to go back to school! Just kidding, I understand not wanting to go to work or school some mornings. I like this blog by the way, here is my own go at starting a blog:
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