Tuesday, September 22, 2009

MySpace-September 22, 2009-Some School Stuff

Okay. I was taking Mary into school today to donate (sell) blood to ophthomology and I figured that we could look at her eyes too. Mary has been having problems with her ears since sometime in the spring which may or may not correlate to her learning to swim. And by problems I mean that they are filled with black, smelly wax. I said it smelled like yeast and Joe declared otherwise. Until he made pizza and realized that the pizza dough smelt familiar. Familiar as in like Mary's ears. And I had also declared Mary fat-well, ideal-and that we should stop feeding her canned food. Joe believed otherwise and just like the ears, I listened to him. Today, when Amberle, looked at Mary, she totally had a yeast infection in her ears (described as a mosh pit of yeast) and was rated a 6/9 body condition score. Ideal is 4 or 5. I don't know why I listen to Joe. I'm going to be the veternarian! I don't know why I like to insult Joe like this. Maybe is because I'm insecure. No maybe, that's exactly why.

That aside, I am doing as well as I can on ophthomology considering that I find the eye horribly creepy. Lots of yuck face was made that first week. I got an A on oncology. I like oncology. Even if when cows get cancer, they generally go to the slaugherhouse. Or you just lop out their eye. But the unfortunate part of this block, is that I am on with a girl from St.George which is the Ross for those that couldn't get into Ross. (Or so I understand it and am inclined to believe.)  This girl (who I will from now refer to as 'The South') is obviously from the south and had a heavy accent. She once made the comment to another person from the South that people hear her accent and automatically deduct a 100 IQ points; I wanted to tell it that it wasn't because she was from the south but because she was that dumb. Anyway, The South consistantly leaves earlier than anyone else and always has a cup of coffee in her hand. I don't understand where she finds time to get this coffee as I (esp. on oncology) rarely have time to sit down. It just doesn't seem that she cares much for caring to do all the little things that we need to do.

I got my grade back on soft tissue surgery and can only assume (right now since I haven't actually checked) my overall grade. C + A + C = C, right? So I got a C on soft tissue. And a D in the knowledge section. Overall there were some comments alluding to the fact that I can't deliver cases to the clinician well, don't know small animal anatomy, don't take control of my cases, etc BUT I did score high in compassion and communication with client. And isn't that really all its about? I mean you can be only a mediocore surgeon (providing you don't routinely kill things) but as long as you are honest and compassionate and have good patient care (another area I score high in), then people will like you. I know these things are true. I just feel a little disappointed. I'm pretty sure that I can actually identify all of the organs in an animal. I guess I really shouldn't sell that small animal anatomy book, huh? The other thing I don't get is that in surgery across the parking lot, I scored consistently high, like a B or better. And got like a 46% on the neurology section of small animal medicine but in the actual clinical block, in which in theory I should of done better, I got an A in neuro and a C in soft tissue and hard tissue anatomy. Really? Whatever. I can't worry about it now.

On another bright note, it looks like I am getting my spring schedule set. I believe that I have equine ambulatory moved to a place where I would actually get to see some things. So now I can arrange some preceptorships! My plan-First part of year-preceptorship in California to learn to palpate and then to DeSoto to work with our own vet (if he'll let me I haven't inquired yet) and then ambulatory, then a tour of Pennsylvania and New York searching for a job!


[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]

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