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Yes, both humans are in jail.
Hey VeganSoprono and sunnyshine--one of the my shelter's volunteers saw a kitten being thrown out of a moving car and got the license plate #. The kitten is a bit messed up, but fortunately she was thrown onto a grassy embankmant and will be fine. Because the people in my county couldn't care less about animal welfare and animal cruelty, the police are essentially refusing to do anything about it.
scarcelyheard, that just sucks. I'm so sorry.
I got bit by a cat today. She put her canine teeth through my pinky. As in, they met in the middle. And then I had to argue with the urgent care doctor to get her to give me a RX for Augmentin. She tried to send me away with topical abx ointment! TOPICAL! THE CAT BIT THROUGH MY FINGER!
Wow, that must be an Urgent Care protocol or something! When was bitten really bad by a cat, they sent me home with the same thing - a topical abx!! Luckily I knew some other doctors who put me on some oral abx.
I got bit by a cat today. She put her canine teeth through my pinky. As in, they met in the middle. And then I had to argue with the urgent care doctor to get her to give me a RX for Augmentin. She tried to send me away with topical abx ointment! TOPICAL! THE CAT BIT THROUGH MY FINGER!
One of the doctors that I work with ALWAYS tells us we know more about bite related injuries than most human doctors do. They don't see them a lot and aren't familiar with oral bacteria (especially in cats) so they don't REALLY know what to do. A lot of times you have to kind of sit on them and tell THEM what to do about it!
Not exactly a rant, but have any of you run into people who actually legitimately say they DON'T LIKE / HATE animals?
Gotta love the irony of this, coming from a woman who makes her living by sticking her face in people's junk.
Susie is being put down in the morning.
Gotta love the irony of this, coming from a woman who makes her living by sticking her face in people's junk.
my aunt is a chronic animal-hater. All sizes/ages/species across the board. She wouldn't even come in to the same room with a harmless little parakeet, even when said parakeet was locked in a cage.
Recently i was able to turn the tables on one of these animal-haters. I was at the obgyn (sorry if this is tmi, but it's relevant).
Gyno: "so what do you do?"
me: "i work in the veterinary teaching hospital."
gyno: (disgusted look) "oh. I could never work in a place like that. I can't stand the smell of animals."
me: "that's ok, i don't think i could do your job either. I can't stand the smell of people."
gyno:
Gotta love the irony of this, coming from a woman who makes her living by sticking her face in people's junk.
I'm sorry you don't get to say goodbye to her. I can't imagine how much more that hurts on top of her getting put down. I guess it is just best to think about the pain she won't have to endure anymore
My keys are in my apartment. I know this because I could not have accessed my apartment without said keys. I have not been able to find my keys for 24 hours. This means I am stranded in my little shoebox of an apartment. The only good thing is that I've gotten a good bit of cleaning done...
Wicked MSPaint skills ITT.
Put a strip of pipe insulation over it. I had sharp, metal edges on my loft in my dorm and hitting my head on that was like having an anvil of spikes fall on my head. I put a tube of pipe insulation on it and zip-tied it to the frame. Worked like a charm. Went from a spiked anvil to being hit with a wiffle bat with an iron core.
Jamr0ckin, I completely understand your frustration...
My 10 y.o mutt tore his right rear CCL on Sunday night. Took him into the vet Monday morning and they confirmed my suspicions. He's on Previcox right now (or until he has more GI issues with it). To add to the fun, he's slowly developing Cushing's and his liver enzymes have been slowly but steadily becoming more and more elevated, making me very nervous about putting him under anesthesia unless it's absolutely necessary.
We learned in musculoskeletal diseases that CCL surgeries don't really help in the long-term. The dogs still get arthritis in their knees and they never regain full function of the knee. Of course, every vet I talk with has a different opinion on what I should do - some say always do the surgery; some say conservative treatment first and then surgery; some say only do the surgery on young, athletic dogs (which my 10 y.o "couch potato" is clearly not ). Sigh - very frustrating and I feel like this whenever I talk with someone else....
Current plan is to keep him on NSAIDS for 2 weeks and then re-evaluate.
Good luck with yours
Yep, I've seen the same thing too. Which makes me want to do the surgery but his bloodwork makes me not want to do surgery. aaahhh!!!!I hear ya in the conflicting ideas. Part of me says not to do it because she is 13, but she is really active still, and she does have some DJD aleady. But I've seen dogs get more function in the leg after repairs, even at an old age, which makes me want to do it. She gets bloodwork done about every 6 months and she is very healthy for her age. So I'm not worried so much about the anesthesia.
Of course, the my biggest fear is my parents not following through with her special recovery needs. And of course, the hardwood floors that my dog has NO traction on. Ugh!
So I have a loft bed, because 1) my room is tiny and 2) I'm basically a 6 year old. It's actually pretty nice, real wood, sturdy and full size.
Here's the problem: At least once a week, I crack my head off of the frame. I have drawn a sophisticated schematic to illustrate the setup of my room and where I hit my head all the time when I try to stand up too fast from under it.
Last night I hit the back of my head so hard I fell down and then I slept with an ice pack under my pillowcase because it hurt and it still hurts and I think I am knocking all the smart out of my brain
My boyfriend of 5 years just broke up with me because he didn't want to be apart for the 4 years i'll be in vet school...sucks
My boyfriend of 5 years just broke up with me because he didn't want to be apart for the 4 years i'll be in vet school...sucks
Sorry it didn't work out for you guys but you are right, at least he tried. Although breaking up with you for going to vet school when he knew that was the plan all along still seems stupid. We are all here for you and good luck with classes, at least now you won't feel guilty about how you spend your time or not talking to him enough.Well he graduated a year earlier than I did, and he moved back home (Seattle) so we have already been apart for over a year (since I was in school in Alabama). I guess he couldn't do the long distance thing any longer...it's not like he didn't try. Sad since I figured he'd be proposing somewhat soon
Well he graduated a year earlier than I did, and he moved back home (Seattle) so we have already been apart for over a year (since I was in school in Alabama). I guess he couldn't do the long distance thing any longer...it's not like he didn't try. Sad since I figured he'd be proposing somewhat soon
Upon PE today, she is more swollen and more painful, despite walking a little better (odd right?). So, he's writing a Rx of tramadol so we can wait until I get home for break in 2 weeks.
my 12 yr old arthritic dog is now on tramadol extended release (SID) which seems to work better than the regular tramadol. perhaps ask your vet about the former? good luck
except I think there are only 3 guys that are single in my class (most are actually married or engaged) haha. Whatever maybe i'll end up a dog hoarder to make up for no man lol. Thanks for all the support guys! It really means a lot to me!
Wish I had something to say to make it easier but i don't. Just have to agree it was one tough day!Today I had a coworker's cat in my patient census. She crashed and died on me late this morning. She was pretty much the sweetest cat ever. So I went out back and cried for a couple of minutes and came back just as a dog arrived who'd been hit by a motorcycle and whose vertebral column was completely luxated. We're talking lumbar vertebrae displaced about two inches ventral to thoracic vertebrae on rads. The client was absolutely hysterical, threatening suicide, throwing herself on the floor in tx...her fiance was being an absolute jerk to her...we called the police, something I've only seen happen a couple of times in the 3 years I've worked there. The cops showed up in full force, which was definitely overkill but still kind of crazy. And our client care folks ended up babysitting the couple's preschool-aged daughter through the whole thing. The doctor finally convinced the owner to euthanize, after a couple of hours of crazy drama. Then in the middle of this a 6-week-old kitten who'd had his head stepped on came in. He actually might end up okay, or at least reasonably so. He's non-visual but vitals were stable and no major skull fx were obvious on rads. Hopefully he'll be our happy ending.
I have to say I've gotten pretty good at not identifying with clients' grief. It's not an easy thing to do but it's necessary to keep you from actually grieving multiple deaths every day. But there's no separation when it's a friend's pet. This is okay and a necessary part of being human. But man, it sucks.